Bullets For Breakfast

Rowan

I didn't have time, and I could feel it. Natalia left with an ultimatum for an impossible choice. To leave him? After everything?

Like hell I would!

Just why was it that when it seemed like I was part a hurdle, another massive one springs up out of nowhere.

"Damnit." I balled my fists.

"What is it? Is the food not to your liking?" Alessander asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I blinked twice, snapping myself into reality, my eyes swept the dining room, and I was surprised at all the eyes pointed at me.

"It's fine." I responded quietly.

The executives at the table muttered what I guessed were profanities under their breaths, displeased that the annoying 'slut' still hung around the heir.

I fixed my gaze on Natalia, who sat next to her grandfather, only to see she was staring intently back at me, reminding me of her ultimatum.