Page 12 of The Guest

“Don’t ever touch me, you piece of shit.” I don’t want to make a scene, but if he continues with this, I will scream as loud as I can. “I have a date. So if I were you, I’d leave before he gets here.”

He laughs that grating laugh again. “No, you don’t. You’re just saying that. Come on, beautiful. I promise you’ll have a good time.”

“I’m giving you five seconds to vacate that seat and stay away from her.”

Warmth radiates from my chest to my fingers when I spot Kevin behind him. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, black dress pants, and a suit jacket slung over his forearm.

God, he’s so handsome and hot.

And he’s mine.

And he’s furious.

He looks at me, and his gaze softens. “Are you okay, baby?”

I nod, then smirk at the asshole. “You’re in big trouble.”

The asshole puffs out his chest and stands, trying to intimidate Kevin, who’s a few inches taller than him. He points his thumbat Kevin. “You with this guy? Damn. I didn’t peg you for a social climbing b?—”

Kevin swings a fist and clocks him in the jaw. The asshole, for all his bragging, is unprepared for the hit, and he ends up sprawled on the table beside mine, his eyebrows squishing together.

Kevin removes his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves to his elbows. “She can buy your entire existence with her money.” He glares at the asshole. “Her own money.”

The guards finally arrive, and the asshole has the audacity to point at Kevin while clutching his face. “Grab that guy. He hit me first. I’m pressing charges.”

The guards don’t do anything, and Kevin casts them a look over his shoulder. “The CCTVs can pick up audio, right? You recorded him harassing her?”

One of the guards nods. “Yes, sir. Sorry, we didn’t notice them earlier.”

“It’s fine. Just be more mindful next time, especially if we have female customers.”

The asshole glances around as if he’s looking for answers. His gaze finally settles on Kevin, who has stepped beside me. “Who are you?”

Kevin kisses the top of my head. “I own this place, and I’m her boyfriend. I’m giving you another five seconds to leave. If you want to press charges, then, by all means, do it. Just remember I have you on record forcing yourself on her.”

The asshole’s earlier smugness is gone and replaced by fear. Serves him just right.

Kevin's voice carries an edge of finality, and the other guy stiffens, color draining from his face.

He shoots to his feet, knocking the table slightly, and scrambles to the door, almost tripping several times.

We watch him leave, and the hum of conversation returns. Kevin drags the chair beside me and runs his knuckles along the side of my face. “You okay? Sorry, I got held up at the meeting.”

I’m so happy and full of love, I feel like I’m going to burst. “It’s fine. I didn’t wait long.” I lean into his hand and search his handsome features. “I also didn’t think you were the jealous type.”

His gaze drops to my mouth. “I’m not.”

“Oh? Could’ve fooled me.”

His knuckle trails down my neck, and I stop breathing, wet heat blooming in my thighs. “No one touches what’s mine.”

“Possessive, then.”

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it. I like it so much.”

He lowers his voice and coasts his lips over mine. “Show me.”

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