Page 63 of Bully Billionaire Dragon

Locking the front door, I look all over the house and realize I am alone. Which makes sense, as it is midday. Everyone must be at work right now, and here I am, alone with some psycho parked out front.

I pull out my phone to see if maybe I can call my dad and he can come home. He works the closest.

There are three missed calls from the same number, and I just know that TJ tried calling me again.

I look back out the window and see the car still parked out front. Terror fills me as I see that it has turned off and the man is just sitting there. I can’t see his face from this angle, but something tells me he is watching the house.

Realizing I have no other choice, I call TJ back, but it goes straight to voicemail.

Fed up, I walk to the living room and sit down, tossing my phone to the side.

What is my life coming to?

There is no way I can still practice law, and now the random guy who gave me a ride is sitting outside my house and won’t leave.

Maybe I should go out there and talk to him. If I confront him, maybe he’ll go away. Or maybe he’ll attack me. Either sounds terrifying.

I sit down and lay my head in my hands and count to one hundred before wondering if I should call the cops.

If they can drive by and intimidate him, he’ll have to leave.

But is a strange car sitting out front for ten minutes really life-threatening? They might not even come out.

But what other choice do I have?

As I reach for my phone, a knock reverberates through the house.

No way.

There is no way he is at the door.

I start to hyperventilate when another knock resounds.

What am I going to do?

Leaving my phone on the couch, I grab an umbrella from the stand next to the door and look through the window.

Relief flows through me at the sight of TJ on the other side.

He has both hands on the door frame and is panting. His blonde hair is a mess, and he is wearing some weird black wetsuit?

Thrusting the door open, I speak.

“What are you doing here?”

Before TJ can answer, the car out front speeds away, drawing TJ’s attention.

“Who was that?”

“Don’t evade the question,” I snap. TJ is the last person I expected to see right now. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to talk.”

After everything that has happened today, TJ wants to talk.

His voice irritates me like no other, and I snap.

“Talk, you want to talk! I could have ruin my career in front of the entire world, and you want to talk. You claimed to love me. What kind of evil creature are you? What did I do to deserve this? You bully me as a teen and then trick me into sleeping with you, and then throw ‘I love you’ in my face before court? TJ Rubens, you are despicable.”

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