“Whatever.” I started for my car.
He grabbed my arm. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Get off me.” I shoved until he was out of my way and didn’t bother to look back. “I’m going home.”
I got into my car and slammed the door shut. Of course, Don had other women in his life. What the hell was I thinking? He was a player and proud of it. He even had it in his gamer name.
“Fool.”
I scolded myself the entire twenty minutes to my place. By the time I arrived at home, I’d promised myself not to get personally involved with Don Alvarez.
He needed help finding out who was behind these arsons.
I wanted to find the person who’d injured my brother.
Our interactions were to be nothing more and nothing less.
Chapter 11
Jocelyn
“Hallease,my meeting this week with Marjorie is all set, right?” I asked, walking up the hallway from my office to the main lobby.
“What? Are you about to ruin some other poor bastard’s life?”
I snapped my neck around, turning to the front door as Pierce Wilkens stood looming in the doorway with a scowl on his face.
“Mr. Wilkens, is there something you need?” I asked.
He barged all the way through the main door into the lobby. “I need you to go back in time and learn to mind your fucking business.”
He approached with a menacing look on his face, and I widened my feet, taking a defensive stance.
He scowled down at me. “You ruined my damn life.”
I rolled my eyes. “We’ve been over this. I did no such thing. Your wife came to me with her suspicions and hired me to get to the bottom of them. I performed my job well and, as a result, she was able to see what a lying, cheating, and no good bastard you are. It’s not my fault you never learned how to keep it in your pants.”
“Bitch, I will make you regret ever interfering in my damn life,” Pierce shouted before taking another step in my direction.
Before I could fully defend myself, something behind him pulled him backward and spun his body around. I gasped as I watched Don yoke Pierce up like a ragdoll.
“I see no one ever taught you how to speak to a fucking lady,” Don snarled in Pierce’s face.
Pierce gasped for air. “Get...off...me.”
“Shit. Don,” I called, fearing the lethal look I saw in his eyes.
He didn’t pay me any attention as he glared into Pierce’s eyes. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Make sure there isn’t a next time that you come in here showing your ass. I promise the outcome won’t be as lenient.”
He hesitated before releasing Pierce from his vice grip.
Pierce’s gasps for air filled the room as the three of us stared at him. He looked as if he wanted to respond but he was barely able to breathe. Wisely, he chose to tuck his tail between his legs and he stumbled toward the door.
“He can talk a lot of shit to a woman but acts like a pussy when confronted by a man.” Don turned to me and, upon seeing the scowl on my face, added, “And don’t you even think of giving me shit about being able to handle him yourself.”
“Fine. Thank you.” I spun on my heels and headed back to my office. My thank you dripped with disdain. I hadn’t forgotten about the night before; and more importantly, the way it ended.
Don’s heavy footsteps followed me to my office.
