Page 63 of A Billionaire Rebel

I heard her crying when I was a couple steps from the door, and it was all I could do to get the key in the lock. How had Spencer gotten here so fast? What was he doing to–?

The door swung open, revealing that it wasn’t Spencer standing there with Jamie in his arms.

It was Damon.

“What the hell are you doing to my sister?” I slammed the door behind me as I rushed into the apartment. I hit Damon with both my palms, ignoring the pain in my wrists. He stumbled back, shock on his face as I put myself between him and Jamie. “Get thefuckaway from my sister!”

“Jae, it’s okay.” Jamie grabbed my arm. “Jae!”

I half-turned toward her, not wanting to let Damon out of my sight. I’dtrustedthat bastard!

“He was comforting me.”

Jamie stepped around me so I could see her and Damon both. He had his hands up, palms out, his expression unreadable.

“Comforting you?”

“Like a brother.” Jamie took my hand, her expression pleading. “He’s not hitting on me or hurting me.”

It took a moment for it all to register, and when it finally did, my muscles began to tremble. I locked my knees and pressed my fingers together to keep them from seeing my hands shaking. Before I could get Jamie out of here, however, I needed to get Damon gone. He wasn’t part of my life anymore, and I wasn’t going to drag him into this.

Except he was already here.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to make everything make sense. “Why was he comforting you?”

Her expression crumpled, and all of my guilt came rushing back.

“I’m so sorry.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’ve been lying to you about Kevin’s father–”

“I know,” I said, emotion flooding my face. “It’s Spencer.”

Jamie’s jaw dropped, and Damon’s hands fell. He took a step toward us, but I ignored him for the moment. I owed him an explanation, but it was going to have to be a quick one. And it would come after I let Jamie know we didn’t have secrets anymore.

“He came after me.”

Damon growled a curse.

“Jae!” Jamie grabbed my hands, her eyes widening as she saw the bruises starting to form on my wrists.

“I’m okay,” I assured them. “He said he was going to….” I swallowed hard. “He said you fought him too.”

Jamie’s eyes were still wet, but she had a small smile now. “I did. Not enough, but I did.”

“I managed to get away. Kicked him in the balls.” The second time had been the charm rather than the third.

“You’re soaked.”

A towel came over my shoulders. I hadn’t even realized that Damon had moved. He rubbed my hair and then my arms briskly, the heat of his hands warming me as much as the friction.

“I’m so sorry, Damon.” I turned around so that we were face-to-face. “He threatened to take Kevin if I didn’t break up with you.”

“He did what?!” Jamie sounded both furious and afraid, which I understood all too well.

“That’s when he told me that he was Kevin’s…sperm donor.” I refused to use the wordfatherto describe him. “He said you pursued him.”

“I did not!”

“I know,” I said quickly. “Tonight, when he tried to…I learned the truth tonight.”

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