Page 130 of Rhet

I really want to fight, but my mom is in this crowd somewhere. She wouldn’t be pleased.

“End it. Tonight.” I look him in his face. I sincerely hate this man.

“End what?” he looks at me like he’s confused.

“I’m not explaining, Casanova. She deserves better.”

He has the nerve to laugh. The men around me do as well.

“Sod off listen, I will shag her and keep her, just to see you have a meltdown.” He has the fucking audacity to smirk.

I step into his personal space. He even smells like a pansy. “End it or I will end you.”

“I will not. I will shag the shit out of her and then get her pregnant.”

“Fine.” I didn’t hesitate, I draw my fist back and punch him in the eye, then catch him with an upper cut to the chin. He stumbles and falls on the ground.

Fuck the people around me, they already know who I am.

As he lies on the ground, rolling around. I shove him with my foot, so he lies on his back, placing my shoe on his throat.

He scrambles to get my foot off. The more he scrambled the more I press. His eyes get red.

“Somebody stop him.” Someone shouts in the background. A small crowd begins to gather.

I press harder as I move closer to him. “You’re done. This,” I twirl my finger around him outlining his body. “This is done.”

He’s still clawing at my shoe to get it off his throat. Tears begin to run down his face as his eyes become red.

“This is done. Nod if you understand.”

“With the way you’re stepping on his throat, I don’t think he can nod, Rhet.” Dax says.

“Shit, I think you’re right. Blink if you understand.”

The pussy blinks so hard water comes out of his eyes.

“Good boy. See, Dax, Peppa may be an idiot, but he understands me.” I remove my foot from his neck.

York begins to wrench on the floor, trying to gasp for air. Dax and I both leave the verandah.

“You calling it a night?” Dax asks.

“Yeah.” I look around not seeing my parents. I guess they left already.

“See you around.” He pulls me in, and we both hit each other’s backs.

“Thanks for coming. You need a lift or did you come with your limo.” I pull away still looking at the Peppa.

“I have a ride. I see some people that I have to speak to,” Dax’s phone rings and he takes it out.

As I walk away, Dax calls out with the phone still ringing in his hand, “Hey asshole, if you like Zeeta, tell her.”

I don’t look back at Dax, I flip him the bird and walk away. I make made my way to the porte cochere, as I take my ticket out of my pocket, I hand it to the valet.

My baby comes into view. My white Jaguar F type is one hell of a beauty. Now I have to go home to apologize to another. God help me.

ZEETA

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