Chapter 18 : His Mistress

*Dylan*

I had no idea what I was doing outside with her. I had no business being out here with her when my fiancée was inside, likely watching this exchange.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Dylan.” Dove turned away from me and looked out to the road. “Your wife-to-be will not be happy to see you talking to me. And I would hate to put her head in the mud again.”

I looked down at her hand and saw that she was bleeding.

“You’re bleeding.” I tried to reach for her hand but she moved away from me. “Don’t be childish, let me see and help you.”

“Now you want to help?” she snapped. “Where were you when I needed help three years ago?”

The venom in her voice was potent and lethal. She was out for blood.

“You weren’t at work,” I stated, ignoring her words. This was the only thing that I could think of to break the ice.

“I was sick. What are you going to do? Fire me?” There was a challenge in her voice.

It was rare for Dove to get fired up. She was often a levelheaded person. She didn’t