Page 48 of My Rules

“What the hell are you doing here with my wife?” John growls.

“She’s not your wife.” Blake stands and walks to John and pushes him hard in the chest. “Get the fuck out.”

Chapter 6

They grab each other by the shirt as they get in each other’s faces.

What the hell?

That escalated at a million miles per minute.

“Stop it,” I yell. Blake throws John toward the front door. Damn it. “Blake, stop it.”

“Get the fuck out, and don’t come back,” Blake growls.

“Blake,” I yell as I begin to get angry with him too. I need to speak to John. “Will you listen to me? Go home.”

“No.” Blake wrestles with John.

“Oh, it’s all making sense now, Rebecca,” John fumes. “This is why you want a divorce.”

“I want a divorce because you are an idiot,” I spit. “Blake. Will you stop pushing him?”

“Nope.” He pushes John down the stairs, and he goes flying across the lawn. “When I tell you I want a reason to kick your ass, I mean it.”

“You touch me again and I’m calling the police.” John stands and dusts himself off. “And to think ... while I thought you were my friend”—he sneers—“you had your eye on my wife the entire time.”

“Because you were too busy looking at other women,” Blake screams as his anger hits a crescendo.

I see Antony’s front door open, and he walks out onto his porch to see what’s happening. Antony begins to make his way over. “Blake,” he calls.

“Go home. Both of you.” I look up to see Juliet and Henley have come out front too.

“What’s going on?” Henley calls as he crosses the road toward us.

“You think you have it all figured out, Rebecca,” John yells. “What a pathetic downgrade. Blake Grayson is the biggest womanizer I’ve ever met. He will throw you to the curb as soon as someone new comes along, and everyone fucking knows it. I love you; I made a mistake. You mean nothing to him.”

“You lying prick.” Blake throws a punch, and it connects with John’s jaw. He staggers back. John loses control and runs full speed at Blake, and they both crash to the ground.

This situation is completely out of control.

“Stop it,” I cry. “Somebody, do something.”

Blake punches John in the face, hard.

“Blake,” I yell.

He punches him again and again, and oh my god, he’s actually going to kill him.

“Enough.” Henley and Antony wrestle Blake off John, holding him back by the arms. Blake is panting and red; adrenaline is surging through his system. “You come around here again, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Not if I kill you first,” John pants. He’s on his hands and knees as he tries to collect himself. He spits blood onto the grass.

My eyes go to Blake as he struggles to get free, and that’s when I see the fading red love bite on his neck. My stomach rolls in disgust. A hickey from a woman who he claims to have no attraction to.

An outright lie.

John’s right; they are tarred with the same brush.

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