Page 29 of Finding Fate

“Just give me a chance. You’ll be dying to spread your legs for me by the time I’m through,” he smirked through his frustration, somehow too cocky despite his recent rejection to be considered remotely appealing anymore.

Isabel was past livid at this point. To think that she had been fighting with her best friends for weeks over a guy who didn’t give a damn about her.

“You’re an ass. Get out,” she growled and shoved him hard in the chest with both hands, but it was like pushing a brick wall.

“You don’t get to push me around! I’ll leave when I damn well feel like it!”

She realized what was about to happen next a moment too late. His arm was coming at her, and all she could do was use her last split second to scream and brace herself for what was to come.

It stung hard when his hand hit her cheek, and the force of the blow knocked her sideways. She looked up, afraid to see what he might be about to do next, but more afraid not to know.

Several things unfolded. Wesley was there, approaching with venom in his gaze. The door flung open as the snake’s hand raised, ready to make the next strike. Hope blossomed as a figure tore across the room to lunge at her attacker, but Wesley shoved Isabel hard against the wall as he dodged, and she slumped to the floor, her shoulder throbbing and her head ringing where they’d hit.

She could hear them fighting, the blows of their fists against each other’s bodies, but she couldn’t bring herself to watch. Tears started falling fast, stinging her eyes, hurt and furious with herself for trusting the wrong guy.

There was one final thud from across the room before the door slammed shut. Footsteps headed quickly in her direction. She cringed, flinching at the touch to her arm. Afraid to see who was there, who had won the fight, she simply prayed that it was Wesley who had left.

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