Page 173 of My Rules

“What?” I screw up my face. What the hell is he talking about now?

“I’ve got the photos of his little fist party on my face. I went to the hospital that night and made a full report of the incident. If he comes anywhere near you, I’m having him charged with aggravated assault.”

He wouldn’t.

“Go to hell, John. You’re such a liar.”

“You think I’m joking? Check the law. A pediatrician can’t hold a medical license if they have a criminal record.”

Reason two million why I hate this man. I begin to feel the hot surge of adrenaline as it rushes through my body.

“Don’t call me again.”

“We’re going out on Saturday night.”

“I won’t be blackmailed into anything. If you have a bone to pick with Blake Grayson, you take it up with him.”

He stays silent.

“But we both know you won’t because you’re a fucking coward, and we both know that Blake will beat you to a pulp again and rightly so.” I hang up the phone and throw it into my bag.

Fuck.

I think on it for a moment. I have to tell Blake so that he knows what the idiot is threatening.

I dig my phone back out and dial Blake’s number.

“You’ve called Blake Grayson. I can’t come to the phone right now. Please leave me a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“Hi, Blake, it’s me. I think we’ve got a problem; can you call me when you get this, please?” I hang up and sit and stare at the wall for a while as my mind races at a million miles per minute. I can hear the other teachers all chattering happily in the background.

He wouldn’t do that to Blake ... would he?

Yes. He would.

My phone rings, and the name Blake lights up the screen. I scramble to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Bec, what’s up?”

“Um.” Oh man, how do I put this? “So ... John just threatened that if you come near me, he’s going to have you charged with assault.”

“Why were you speaking to John?” he fires back.

I screw up my face. Seriously? That’s the only thing he heard in that sentence? “He called, and I told him not to call me again, so then he got nasty and threatened that if you come near me, he’s going to have you charged with assault.”

“Of course he did,” he replies casually. “Don’t worry, I’ve already covered my bases.”

I frown. “I don’t understand.”

“Henley and I went down to the police station the day after it happened and made a formal complaint about him.”

“You did?”

“I’m not stupid. I knew it was coming.”

“How?”

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