Page 66 of The Billionaire and the Virgin

The guard looked up and frowned at them. “Please wait here.”

“Marjorie,” Rob said as they stepped aside. The guard slipped into the room, closing the double doors behind him.

She frowned. “Maybe the wedding party is supposed to go through a different door? I didn’t ask.”

“It’s not you,” Rob told her. “It’s me. I should leave.”

“What? No, I want you here with me,” Marjorie told him, panic and hurt threading through her. “You’re my date. I don’t see why that’s an issue.”

“You’ll see,” he said in a low, defeated voice.

The doors to the dining hall swung open and out stormed Logan. He was followed by two big men in tuxedos that were clearly security, and they headed straight for Marjorie and Rob.

“You piece of shit,” Logan snarled, pointing at her date. “I can’t believe you have the balls to come here.” He rushed forward and grabbed Rob by the lapels of his jacket.

Marjorie gave a little scream, looking on in dismay. “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay, Marjorie,” Rob said, an unnatural smile on his face. He put his hands in the air, as if conceding a battle. “My friend Logan here is just a little upset I came to his party.”

“I warned you a dozen times about fucking with my wedding,” Logan said, and for a horrible moment, Marjorie thought Logan was going to punch Rob.

“I invited him,” she said, stepping up when it didn’t look like Rob was going to defend himself.

Logan looked over at her, as if seeing her for the first time, and then back at Rob. His sneer grew worse. “Really? Even after I warned you?”

“Warned him?” Marjorie asked. “Warned him about what?”

“Nothing, sweetheart,” Rob said. “Logan’s just losing his temper over nothing.”

“Over nothing? She’s a nice girl and she deserves better than you. I told you to fucking stay away from her.”

Why would Logan want Rob to stay away from her? Confused, Marjorie looked from one man to the other. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ll go where I want, when I want,” Rob told Logan. He looked utterly furious and resigned at the same time... as if he’d been expecting this. “You sure as fuck can’t tell me who to date.”

Logan’s lip curled. “Isn’t that what you wanted, though? A way to get my attention? Well, you have it.”

“Fuck off,” Rob snapped. “This isn’t about that.”

“Isn’t it?” Logan said. “You’ve been blackmailing me by threatening to sic the press on my goddamn wedding for the last week and a half. And now you’re sleeping with one of the bridesmaids as your ticket in? That’s low.”

Wait... sleeping with her to get into the wedding? Marjorie’s eyes widened and she looked over at Rob. “That’s not true, is it?”

“Of course it’s not fucking true,” Rob shot back, giving her a briefly wounded look for doubting him.

Marjorie’s voice was quiet. “Then what does he mean about blackmailing him?”

He looked at Logan, and Marjorie could visibly see Logan’s jaw clench. The man looked terrifying. She knew he was protective of Brontë, but she couldn’t quite grasp why he was flying out here to defend her from Rob. Then, Rob moved toward her and took her hand. Dazed, she let him grip it, and he gave her a little squeeze and leaned in. “We need to talk, you and I. Somewhere private. I’ll explain everything.”

“I told you to leave her alone,” Logan said in a warning voice. The two bodyguards behind him started to move forward.

“No,” Marjorie said, interrupting. She put a hand up to stop them, and then looked at Rob. “I’ll go with you. But I want answers.”

He nodded and began to tug her forward by the hand, down the hall. “Come on. We need some privacy. Let’s go to the gardens.”

She let him drag her along after him, her mind swirling with questions and worry. People stared at them as they rushed past, and she felt a bit of humiliation at being turned away at the door to the reception dinner. What on earth was wrong with her date? Why did Logan hate him so much?

And what had he meant by “blackmailing”? She’d spent most of the week with Rob and he’d seemed happy to be in her company. In fact, he hadn’t wanted her to leave his side.

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