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worry that she was going to expose him for what he was – a lying, cheating, no good bastard. But instead, there was just anger mixed with confusion.
    “Just a moment,” he said to the people with him, his tone conveying his annoyance.
    He grabbed Addison’s elbow and steered her down the sidewalk.
    “Don’t touch me,” she growled, trying to pull away from him. But his grip was tight, and he was much stronger than she was.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked, hustling her into a coffee shop half a block down.
    “What the hell do I think I’m doing?” She turned over the envelope she was holding, letting the paper and the key drop to the floor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her voice sounded slightly hysterical, and she could tell she was losing it. But all her emotions over losing her apartment and what happened with Nathan swirled around in her brain, mixing into a hurricane.
    “You are acting like a child,” Nathan said calmly. He bent down and picked up the paper and the key, then took the envelope from her hand and slid them back inside.
    “I am not,” Addison said. “I’m acting like someone who spent the night with her boss and then found out he was engaged the next morning.”
    “Ahh.” Nathan nodded. “So that’s what this is about. You must have met Belle.”
    “Oh, I met her all right. How could you have done something like that?” She held her breath and waited for the explanation. She hadn’t realized it, but all day she’d been hoping that maybe there’d been some misunderstanding. Maybe Nathan wasn’t engaged to Belle. Maybe she lied. Maybe she was a crazy ex-girlfriend, maybe they’d broken up and those pictures on the internet were from back when they were together.
    “Something like what?”
    “Something like sleeping with me when you were engaged!”
    Nathan shook his head. “Addison, it’s a lot more complicated than that.”
    “So she is your fiancé?”
    Nathan hesitated. “Yes.”
    She went to push past him, furious tears pushing at the back of her eyes. Nathan reached out and grabbed her arm.
    “No,” he said. “You’re not leaving.”
    “I don’t know what kind of twisted pervert you are,” she said. “But I’m not having any part of it.”
    “I’m not a twisted pervert.” The thought seemed to amuse him, which infuriated her.
    “What would you call sleeping with me and then sleeping with her?”
    “Belle and I don’t sleep together.”
    “You don’t…” she trailed off. “You expect me to believe that?”
    He shrugged. “Believe it or don’t. But it is the truth, Addison.”
    He was still holding her hand, and he pulled her close to him, crushing her against his chest. Her nipples hardened and her heart sped up.
    “Let me explain it to you,” he whispered into her ear. “And then you can decide if you want to see me again.”
    His breath tickled her skin, reminding her of the way he’d held her down yesterday on his couch, the look in his eye as he’d taken her.
    “Go to the apartment,” he said. He released her and pushed the envelope back into her hand. “And wait for me.”
    And then he brushed by her and out the door, leaving her standing there looking after him.

    ***
    The apartment was on the Upper West Side, in one of those cute little neighborhoods that reminded Addison of Sex and the City. Brownstones lined each side of the street, and trees cast dappled shade onto the sidewalk. She found the address and walked up the front steps. There were two apartments in the building, and hers was Apartment B, which, from what she could tell, was on the second floor.
    She walked up the stairs, slid her key into the lock, and opened the door.
    Addison gasped.
    Long floor to ceiling windows made up one wall of the living room, giving her a view of the street while letting in the warm glow of the evening light. The walls were painted a warm shade of light brown, the kind of color that made you feel