Page 115 of I'll Keep Her Safe
“I know what you did,” I say, ignoring Kurt’s question. “You hacked my phone and told Bailey about us.”
Kurt sneers. “So what if I did? She deserves to know.” His gaze flits over my shoulder to Wyatt. “She deserves to know you’re fucking her old man.”
I grit my teeth.Don’t let him get to you.He’s not going to win this one.
“Don’t pretend you did this out of concern for Bailey. You did this to hurt me. Like you got me fired from Joe’s.”
He issues a nasty laugh. “That one surprised me. Didn’t expect the bumbling idiot who ran the place to actually go through with it.”
Despite Dave firing me, I feel a rush of anger on his behalf. God, Kurt is such a pompous asshole.
“This stops now, Kurt.”
Amusement flares in his eyes. “Or what? You’re going to get your old man to beat me up?”
My teeth clench so hard I’m surprised I don’t shatter a tooth. Every time Kurt calls Wyatt old, my restraint weakens a little more.
“Wyatt might be older than me, but he’s twice the man you are.”
Kurt’s eyes glint. “I bet he doesn’t satisfy you like I did.”
A bitter laugh bursts out of me. “Is that a joke?” I can’t help myself. I’m overcome with the need to hit Kurt where it hurts. “I’ve had more orgasms with him in a few months than I had with you in years.”
Anger flashes across Kurt’s face, his nostrils flaring. “I’ll sue him if he comes anywhere near me, you hear that?”
I suck in a deep breath, reminding myself why I’m here. If this works, I won’t have to worry about Wyatt needing to go anywhere near Kurt ever again.
“This is over, Kurt.Weare over, and you need to accept that.”
Kurt scoffs, opening his mouth to argue, but I plow on.
“You have to leave me alone. You have to stop trying to hurt me.”
“I don’t have to do anything,” he spits.
“I’d listen if I were you,” Wyatt warns, speaking for the first time.
Kurt rolls his eyes so hard I’m surprised he doesn’t black out. “Go on then, hit me. I dare you.”
I glance at Wyatt. His jaw hardens to steel. “I’m not going to hit you, man. I don’t need to.” He pauses for effect, then adds, “I believe you recently met my friend, Weston Abbott.”
Kurt blinks, momentarily blindsided, and I bite back a triumphant grin.
I pull my phone from my pocket. “Wes sent me some very interesting footage of an interview,” I say lightly, as if I’m just fascinated by the entire situation. “And it didnotmake you look good.”
Kurt’s mouth opens and closes like a trout.
“It would look especially bad to the partners of your firm, wouldn’t it?”
“How dare you—” Kurt begins, but I’ve found my momentum, and speak across him.
“They’d have to fire you. They’d probably tell your father how much you’d let them down. And given this is such an influential agency, word would no doubt spread…”
“I’m sure Wes would be happy to help with that,” Wyatt chips in behind me, and it takes all my effort not to turn around and high-five him. We’re quite the team.
Kurt squirms, his face red. “You have nothing. You’re bluffing.”
I smirk, turning up the volume on my phone and pressing play.How many times does Walter Cross have to show up to the office drunk before someone gives a shit?blares from the speaker, and Kurt grimaces, waving his hand to shut me up.
