Page 126 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Her stunned gaze shifted back to Ritchie. “You’ve been gone a short while; I had no idea you were actively looking for a woman. I’ve done everything for you, Ritchie. I thought we were finally moving toward something.”

“Gloria, you couldn’t have thought there would be anything between us. I’m always cordial to you. Most times I tell you I don’t need anything.”

“You don’t want to acknowledge me, that’s fine.” I stepped into her space.

“Know that he’s mine. You’ll never ride his dick,” I snickered.

“Tori,” Ritchie growled.

“I get it now. I wasn’t young enough...” Her blue eyes moved to my tight dress again. “...Or slutty.”

The way she ignored me revealed two things: she was prejudiced and obsessed with my husband.

My anger had elevated to ten.

“I’m twenty-three, you dumb bitch,” I snapped.

“Tori,” Ritchie warned.

I placed my hands on my hips. “Are you unable to accept that he didn’t want you or are you pissed he fell in love with a black woman?”

Her teeth bared as our eyes finally met. “You are merely a fetish. When he’s worn out your pussy, he’ll settle down with a more established woman who has her own. Like me.”

“That’s enough,” Ritchie bit out, placing me behind his back.

“Don’t ever fucking disrespect her. She’s my woman. I’m in love with her cinnamon skin. I’m not attracted to you, Gloria.”

She smirked. “That’s not true. Remember that night when you were drunk? You let me into your condo and I took care of you. You were so distraught.”

Shit, that must’ve been after Lexis ran on his watch.

Gloria continued, “I put you to bed and even climbed in with you. You wrapped your arms around me.”

“I don’t remember that,” Ritchie stated.

“I left before you woke up. We were getting close to becoming a couple. How could you turn away from that and come back with this... this miniature size fairy?”

My fist connected with her mouth, causing her to stumble back and cover it with her hands. “Ow!” she shrieked.

“You can make assumptions about me, but you don’t know me. Stay the fuck away from my man. I promise you won’t want to see my face again. I won’t be so nice next time.”

She held her hand over her mouth as blood flowed down her chin.

“Toddler, you don’t want to see mine either. I remind you too much of the kind of woman you’ll never be,” Gloria sneered.

“If you think I want to be a delusional trust fund baby, you’re mistaken.”

She chuckled. “Right, because you have your hands deep in my man’s pockets.”

My eyes widened.

Before I could lunge at her, Ritchie intervened and picked me up.

“Don’t even speak to me or my woman, Gloria,” Ritchie stated firmly as he carried me next door.

Time to have a talk with Bianca. We had to devise a plan to get rid of this bitch.

CHAPTER FORTY

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