Page 38 of The Heir

This is all so ass backwards.

"Man get the fuck out of my way."Christopher barks in his deep voice, and the look on his face when he turns to face me makes me sick. "Isobel-"

"You took her to my bed!" I say, pushing around King, feeling nasty betrayal bubble inside of me at him shaking his head, trying to lie."Y-Yes you did you fucking liar!In between my fuckingsheets, and my pillow smells like her, Christopher!" I yell, causing everyone around me to go silent. I feel King stiffening next to me with my next words. I step into Christopher's space. "You nasty motherfucker, you really had the nerve to stick your cock in me after you had it inher?"

I feel Brittany trying to pull back on my arm, and my anger deepens and morphs inside me at the sensation. It's just too much. I reach over to one of King's body guards who was holding our drinks, and throw my whole entire cup on Anna, who steps back with a shout as the sticky liquid rains down on her, ruining her dress.

While she's using her hand to wipe herself off, I reach out and slap Christopher across the face so hard he stumbles back a foot.

"That's for wasting my fucking time," I yell.

Bending down to take my shoe off I throw it at him before reaching for the other one. I'm single handedly losing my mind, and if I have to go down, I'm taking someone with me.

"Isobel, calm down babe, he's not worth it.Neither is she,"Brittany whispers, trying to tug on my arm again but I'm busy taking my other shoe off and aiming it at his head. My eyes flash as I feel my blood pressure spike.

King steps to my side, taking my hand. "Isobel-" he starts, but Christopher speaks over him, drawing his attention from me.

"Do you see what I mean? She's fuckingpsycho!"Christopher sneers down at Anna who's still busy trying to wipe her dress off, gesturing to me like I'm some sort of circus freak.

"Oh!" I huff. "You haven't seen psycho! You're about to though!" I snap as I work to tear the cape off of my dress, but it's sewn on too well. Christopher gives me a nasty look I've never seen before, and it stops me in my tracks.

"Look at you, this is why I didn't want to fuck you. Overweight, fucked up temper,always have something to say.Look at you, can't even face your own rejection like a woman!" Christopher snarls at me.

I have a split second awareness when I hear Brittany, Tiffany and their husbands angrily step in and defend me, but the next thing I know I'm being tugged backwards, and King flies forward, slamming into Christopher so hard that the impact literally reverberates through my body like it happens to me.

My mouth opens in horror as Tiffany and Brittany's husbands pull them quickly out of the way, and what's odd is that there's no staff coming to escort us out,orsort out the fight. No one's coming to break up the fight.

"Xavier, take her to King's car." I hear King's other guard say before I'm picked up and turned swiftly. I raise my head from where I'm slung over the guard's shoulder and see King wailing on Christopher, literally pummeling him. And I just know, he's going to jail tonight.

You can't beat up someone the way he's doing and have nothing happen to you.

"King!' I yell."KINNGGGGG!"My hands pummel Xavier's thighs, but it's no use, he's too strong. I feel every lurch as he carries me down the stairs and puts me into the back of a limo.

"Dennis, circle around the block until I tell you otherwise." Xavier addresses the driver before pinning me with a hard look and then slams the door shut.

With a shriek I lunge for it, trying to push it back open but I'm locked in.

I'm thrown to my ass as the limo pulls off and then begins to drive. I gasp, seeing I have no clutch, or shoes. I resign myself to sitting in the middle of the limo floor rather unladylike with my legs spread while I tilt my head back to the seat and just wait.

Forever.

I wait so long that my ass goes numb and my blood pressure starts to drop. Leaving me with just the feeling of being sick. Betrayed.

I can't believe he was fucking her in my bed where I sleep every night. What I thought was my safe haven. My face contorts as I let out a sob, feeling my chest tighten.

My safe spot is gone.Oh my God.

Chapter eight

I've Got Your Psycho

I'm laying on the floor crying, crashing off my adrenaline high, when I feel the limo slow and then stop. We idle for a second, and then I hear some muffled male voices before the limo door opens. My shoes are tossed in, followed by my clutch, and then King steps in looking disheveled.

He shrugs out of his suit jacket then reaches down, hauling me to him by my arm. I squeal, bouncing off his chest so hard I almost topple backwards but his hand grips my ass hard, yanking me back and then his mouth slams over mine. Tilting his head and licking into my mouth so thoroughly that my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I struggle against him because I need to see him, need to make sure he's okay.

"Thank you," I murmur against him.

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