Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 129951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“Battle, I just—”
“You called at my house in London and fell into my arms crying about some slight a girlfriend dealt you. Then pretended to fall asleep in my arms. After I left you on the couch, you tried to crawl into my bed. Yes, Chelsea, you need to believe I’m saying these things to you. Because my next step is a chat with your father. And I’ll be sharing with him, if your shit doesn’t cease, the step after that will be a restraining order, because this is blatant stalking.”
She hopped in her seat and snapped, “I’m hardly stalking you, Battle Talyn.”
He stared hard at her sitting where she was sitting, a seat she had not strictly been invited to take, but he said nothing.
Chelsea then made huge mistake number two.
She stated, “Oh my God, you can’t possibly think you’ll do better than me.”
“Think, no. Know, yes,” Battle replied.
She tossed a hand to me. “With her?”
“Chels, maybe—” Rally tried to intervene.
“You’ve missed the point yet again,” Battle growled. “What I have, or don’t, with Vivienne or anyone is none of your fucking business. And since I’m making myself clear, you earned this by taking a nice night, where people were enjoying themselves, and forcing Vivi to remember she’d recently lost her mother, some time ago lost her father and only has three grandparents and a sister left in her family, and she’s only thirty-two years old. Did you apologize for reminding Vivi of her grief? Fuck no. You stood your ground. Now I’m sharing, that’s the hill you’re going to die on because we’ve been done, but I can make it so that we’re so done, you’ll wish you never heard my name.”
With that, he pushed his chair back, stood and looked down at Rally.
“I’m sorry, mate. I need to speak with Fitzy about a taxi and a hotel booking. However, please know, you and Court are very welcome to stay.” He turned to Chelsea. “Go and pack. Tonight, you’re leaving.”
She pushed up too, shouting, “You can’t possibly—!”
Battle cut her off. “You can pack and walk out my front door to a taxi, or the police can escort you. Your choice.”
“Fuck you, Battle!” she shrieked. “You made no promises? What was I supposed to think when you were eating my pussy?”
Oh man, I needed to vamoose and pronto.
We all did.
“That I wondered how I could get you off so splendidly, and you never figured out, when the favor was returned, you were supposed to do the same fucking thing,” he retorted.
Eek!
Well, she asked.
“You liked my mouth on you,” she asserted.
“One more thing I’ll give to you,” he drawled. “When a man enjoys your mouth on him, he either wants to come in it, or can’t wait to come in you. He doesn’t make an excuse to go to the bathroom to finish himself off so he can get some sleep.”
Dang.
Chelsea tried tears now, snuffling, “I was a lunatic for ever falling in love with you.”
“Go, mate,” Rally urged. “Court and I’ll get her upstairs.”
Battle glanced at Tempie, who gave him a nod, then he stalked out, without looking at anyone else, including me.
Fair play to him.
Because that was insane.
Boy, when Tempie told me if Chelsea stepped over his line, he’d eviscerate her, she wasn’t joking.
“I already wish I never knew your name!” Chelsea shrieked after him.
“Let’s go, Chels. We’ll get you sorted and somewhere…else,” Rally said.
Chelsea turned on me.
“Just so you know,” she was still sniffling, “you’re the flavor of the month. He collects promising young things. But he won’t make you a duchess.” She glared Prue and Chastity’s way. “Not while he has so much weight hanging on him. He’ll never make anyone his duchess.”
My head was about to explode.
I mean…
How dare she?
Though, one thing good about that, Battle didn’t witness it. If he had, I feared he’d strangle the life out of her.
But cool as a cucumber, Tempie sat back in her seat and said, “Bitch, get the fuck out of my sight then get out of my fucking house.”
Chelsea opened her mouth, but Rally bit, “Not another word. Let’s go.”
Chelsea shot him a glare before she rolled her shoulders and stormed out.
Rally followed her, his body so stiff with anger, I worried he’d sprain something.
Courtney popped up and started out but turned to us.
“I’m so, so sorry. I had no idea all of that was happening. She told me—”
“We know it isn’t you, dear,” Tempie said in her warm/cool way that only Tempie could manage. “I’m sorry she made you feel like it was. But I do ask you to make sure she gets in the taxi. I don’t trust myself to do it. And once she’s gone, we’ll all much prefer our Sunday.”
Courtney nodded and took off.
I turned back to Tempie to see her lifting her hand palm out Prue and Chassie’s way.