"Leave me the fuck alone!" Nicolette yelled, struggling to free herself from the men, but their grip was firm and unrelenting.
Anger surged through her at Clara's audacity, the way she sauntered into the house, the mocking glint in her eyes, the amusement and delight playing across her face.
"If she slips away, consider your jobs gone!" Clara snapped.
The men tightened their hold on Nicolette's arms, and she cried out in pain.
Clara let out a harsh laugh. "You disgust me so much, you know."
"And why is that? Because you're mad your son chose me? Because he loves me and not that stupid girl you had lined up for him?" Nicolette asked, her voice low and taunting.
If Clara was coming into her house and embarrassed her, she wasn't going to make this easy for her.
Hell no.
Clara's eyes flickered with surprise before they were replaced with hardness. Her mouth twisted into a scowl as she stepped forward. "No. You disgust me because you are a cheap slut pretending to belong here!"
