With a pout, I opened up his laptop. The screen blinked, showing me an all-black wallpaper and the simple login screen. Just as I was about to enter the password, my hands paused over the keyboard.

Shit, I shouldn’t know his password.

I cleared my throat and looked up at him expectantly.

“Don’t act shy now,” he said, his lips twitching. “You weren’t shy when you were holding a knife to my neck.”

Shit. So he did see. There was no going back now.

“A letter opener,” I corrected under my breath and put in my dad’s death date. It was like a punch to the gut. Especially since I now knew who my dad actually was.

Silence fell over us. Warren seemed unaffected and continued to work on his phone while I navigated his computer.

“Why that date?” I asked, unable to keep the question in any longer. “Do you pride yourself on his suicide? Does it make you feel accomplished?”

He looked at me, his gaze turning cold.

“Don’t speak about things you know nothing about,” he hissed.

“He was my father. I think I know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He paused, looking at me, then lowered his phone and sat back. His gaze was calculating as it ran over me. Insinuating. I knew he was about to utter something that would probably make this situation a whole lot worse, and I wasn’t exactly ready to hear it.

Not with three hours of sleep. Not with a constant buzz of anxiety over my head.

“How was your chat with Maxwell?” he asked.

“You know how it was.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Damn him.

I didn’t want to talk about it. Didn’t want to talk about how he found me. How I fucking cried into his chest as I broke down. And how he let me without saying anything degrading or making fun of me.

“You were right, as always. Does that make you happy?”

“Being right doesn’t make me happy, Addi.”

“Doesn’t it?” I shot back at him, slamming his laptop shut. I met his gaze, unwilling to back down. “Isn’t that why you’re doing all this? Why you bought me in the first place? You want to ruin my life. Want to prove just how much I want you just so you can turn around and use it against me.”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted them.

He put his coffee down and leaned forward, getting in my space. His hand was on my chin, forcing me to look at his darkened gaze.