Page 122 of Billion Dollar Revenge

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nod. “Take me to your place. But?”

I can talk to him. A hug would be nice too.

He tilts his head when I leave him hanging.

“Bourbon and Chick-fil-A are also required.”

His lips twitch. “You got it, baby.”

His affectionate words seep into my body, bringing a warm welcome I’ve been craving from only him.

Chapter 35

Evan

Witnessing Bobby’s filthy fuckinghands hurting her and then the spitting in her face sent the pulse in my temple ticking and my hands curling into fists. He’s so fucking lucky the police intervened; otherwise, I would’ve beaten the shit out of him. What a deplorable human being.

Thankfully, my security guys have been keeping an eye on him and alerted me. They called the police first. I was walking my family to their cars before I was going to go back and talk to her, when I received the call and rushed back inside.

Chelsea’s fearful face flashes before my eyes. I hold her closer in the back of my private car, taking in her sweet scent. A sense of comfort washes over me, but it’s still not enough to just hold her. I need her to be okay. I can’t let her go.

Marriage. Kids. We need to talk about it, in the safety of my home.

My heart pounded at the sight of her happy face earlier today. She saw the people who want her to succeed. And then fucking Bobby comes along and ruins it all.

She deserves to know there are many people who love and support her.

She’s slumped beside me, as if she needs me to hold her up. It’s like the adrenaline has worn off and her body is fatigued.

I cradle her like a precious shell in the ocean—Unique, gentle, and beautiful.

She shines a light on me. I was in the dark ripple of the sea, unable to see or feel my way out of it. Now I found her, like my way back to the shore. She’s the one I can’t live without.

Her body shakes with fresh shivers. “Are you cold?” I ask, pulling her closer, letting her nuzzle into my body.

She moves her head. “No,” she murmurs, her breath tickling my neck.

The car arrives at my house. “We’re here,” I whisper against her.

She pulls away to sit up, looking a bit dazed and very tired.

“Wait there,” I say, quickly exiting the car and rushing around to her door. In a hurry, I rip the door open and sweep her up in my arms, carrying her like a delicate flower. A whoosh of air leaves her mouth, but she doesn’t resist. Her head rests on my shoulder.

I carry her through my house, taking her to the bathroom next to the basin. She stands, frowning as she looks at me in question. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up.”

I get a washcloth, run it under warm water, bring it to her face to wash it, and then I repeat. With my body close to hers, she tips her head back and closes her eyes. I push her bangs up with one hand and hold them out of the way while I wipe lightly with the other. Washing away Bobby's disgusting saliva. When I finish, Iwatch her straighten, her eyes fluttering open. All her makeup is removed, leaving only her bright wide eyes.

“Better?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Are you okay?” I ask, still trying to calm my simmering anger. I hate Bobby fucking Cox. He will be ruined. No matter what happens between Chelsea and me, I’ll never let him near her again.

She lifts her lips in a half smile. “Surprisingly, yes.”

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