CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

The look on Eric’s face was similar to the one he had when I told him about Isabel and her therapist, Edwin. He was super mad, his attractive features all tight and forbidding. He must have gotten the wrong idea of the situation.

I opened my mouth to explain but he smashed the bouquet to the ground and spun around, stomping away.

“Eric, wait!”

I called after him.

“What the fuck, Liv!”

He shouted, angrily.

“Eric, it’s not what you think!”

I held his arm, turning him around to look at me.

“Who’s he? Your new man? Your new Daddy? You replaced me?”

He spluttered, his eyes red and glassy.

“Calm down, it’s not like that!”

“Fuck!”

He muttered, pain painted hardly on his face.

“Eric, listen to me, look at me..” I touched his hard face, trying to calm him down.

“He’s just a friend, we didn’t have sex, it’s not what it looks like.”

I assured him and his eyes slowly softened.

“Liv, is everything alright?”

I heard Sean ask.

“Yes Sean, everything is—

I was interrupted by the swi