Asshole.
“Sure you did, Scott.I mean, you did make a mistake becauseI’m a million times better than that nepo baby with all the freckles.I don’tknow what you ever saw in her,” Jessica said.
An hourglass figure.A willingness to have a lot of fun withkink.That was probably what her guys would say.What Scott saw in her wasdollar signs.
“She’s nothing compared to you,” Scott insisted.“Baby, Iwas looking for you today.I was ready to throw myself at your feet.”
She was going to let her father ruin this asshole.She wouldlet him work with her men.Bonding.They needed that time.And she would knowhis body was forever buried here for her children to run across.Yeah, that wasa comforting feeling.
“She’s awake.”Scott offered her up with a quickness thattook her breath away.
Fucker.She kept her eyes closed.She had to buy her familyas much time as possible.
She felt someone poke her and she didn’t move.
“She seems out to me,” Martin said.
Then she felt a hard tug on her hair, her scalp burning, andthen she was falling.
She couldn’t help it.Her eyes came open as she hit thefloor hard, her head banging on the nightstand in a way that made her groan.
“She’s awake now.”Jessica leaned over.“Guess you’re not sotough, bitch.Did you hear him?He’s still in love with me.”
“Good.You two belong together,” Olivia managed to say.“Except he was telling me he loved me right up until that door opened.Youshould do it.You should totally pin all of this on him.I might even go alongwith you.Martin, I get it.You’re going to lose everything, and you think ifyou hide the information I haven’t sent to my father yet, you’ll be safe.Youwon’t, but it’s a plan.Jess, you are one of the worst human beings I’ve evermet, and I know billionaires.Even then you’re doing it all for some screwed-upsense of love.Have you considered therapy?”
A hard kick to her gut forced the air out of her lungs.
“I don’t need therapy.I need the world to be rid of peoplelike you,” Jessica snarled.“Everyone knows you’re a stuck-up bitch.”
She was so sick of this.She managed to get to her knees.Thanks, BDSM training.She didn’t sit back because she could feel her phonethreatening to fall out of her pocket.That was the last thing she needed.Ifthey figured out there was a way to track her, they would likely shove her backinto the car and take her away again.“If you spent your whole life with halfthe town looking down on you because you had an odd family, would you walkaround wide open, hoping to make friends with everyone?I’m not stuck up.I’mprotective of myself and my family.You are one of the people who used to talkabout my parents, but when you got back from college, I thought you hadchanged.You didn’t.You’re still a small-minded bigot who can’t keep a man.”
Another smack.The girl knew how to slap.She was soap operaperfection.
Olivia tasted blood, but she wasn’t backing down.“You thinkhe’s going to let you live?You’ll be the only one who could send him to jail.”She looked to Martin.“You think she’ll be loyal to you?You’ve handed her amassive weapon to use against you.If you think she won’t use it, then youdon’t know her at all.Are you ready for her to blackmail you?”
She could see the words hit their marks and the beginningsof paranoia.That was good.She could use that.
Then a hard hand sank into her hair and she was pulled up,pain flaring through her.She had to scramble.
Martin looked at her with narrowed eyes.“Where are thepictures?I know you have them.”
This was going to get painful.
“Of course I have them, and I’m not going to tell you wherethey are.”She looked at Scott and let her lip tremble.“Just don’t hurt him.Icouldn’t stand it if you hurt him.”
No one in their right mind would believe her given whatshe’d recently said, but Jessica wasn’t completely stable.
Her face screwed up.“I knew it.I knew you were having anaffair.”
The slap came again.Even harder this time.
“Bring her in here, and bring him, too,” Jessica ordered.
Olivia spat blood, but she wasn’t one to waste an opening.She looked to Martin.“Is she in charge?Or are you?”
Martin slapped her this time.He wasn’t as good at it asJessica, but a slap still hurt.
“I don’t want anything to do with that bitch,” Scott wasprotesting.
