Page 114 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

BEEF AT THE CLUB

BIANCA

The woman's makeup was impeccable, but I couldn't let myself be distracted by it.

Pay attention to the way she’s biting her lip and staring at your fiancé.

“You aren’t saying anything. Just staring at what doesn’t belong to you,” I bit out.

The women standing in the long restroom line gawked at me. And I didn’t care.

“I met Catch earlier tonight,” she blurted out. Her cherry red lips tipped up into a seductive smile.

“The first words I said to you was this is a private party. You proceeded to sit down anyway,” Catch stated.

“Yeah, I remember. You were just playing hard to get,” she chuckled.

“My cousin told you we’re celebrating my bachelor party,” Catch answered through clenched teeth.

“Right. When I saw you exiting the restroom with a random woman, I figured your fiancée didn’t know you were hooking up with someone else.”

No, this bitch didn’t basically say I was a random woman.

“What the fuck? She isn’t a random woman-” Catch started.

I placed my hand over his mouth to shut him up.

My anger had plummeted to the pits of hell. Honestly, I wanted to hear what else this stuck-up bitch had to say.

“I’m hurt you would hook up with her and not me.” She pouted, batting her fake eyelashes. “Wish I knew what your fiancée looked like. I’d tell her you were in the restroom hooking up with a black woman.”

Wow, she assumed his fiancée was white.

That was it. I saw black. I lunged for the woman and curled my fingers around her neck.

“I’m his fiancée, skank.” I felt my fingers squeezing the life out of her.

“You thought I could never be his fiancée because I’m black. That’s racist.”

Soft lips melted against my earlobe sending shivers through my body. “She’s not worth going to jail over. Let her go.”

I blinked a few times. Her pale face came into focus. My fingers slowly loosened. A woman to my left held her phone up recording the entire ordeal.

I snatched her phone out of her hand.

“Hey, give me back my phone,” the woman demanded.

“Sure.” I deleted the video and placed the phone back in her hand.

When I turned back, the redhead Catch had been whispering to was trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.

What the hell had he said to her?

Before I could react, his strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist, guiding me away from the restrooms without a word.

I stared up at him in disbelief. He wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? No, Catch wouldn’t.

He planted his lips on my forehead. “Don’t look at me like I’m a scumbag.”

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