Page 27 of Tempting the Billionaire
I push past him, into the apartment, slamming the door behind me. He stumbles backward. He’s a scrawny kid, shorter than me too. He stares up at me for a moment, and then I see what looks to be recognition dawning on his features. He knows who I am.
Good. He’d better.
He holds up his hands, obviously taking in my anger. “Look, I don’t know why you’re here, but—”
“You hit her?” I growl, my jaw tight, my fists clenched.
I see what looks to be fear flash through his eyes, but he quickly hides it. He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t hit anyone.”
“Then what’d you do?” I ask, stalking toward him. “Throw her into something?”
He backs up, shaking his head.
“She didn’t get that bruise in her sleep,” I snap as his back hits the wall behind him.
He holds up his hands. “It was an accident, man, it was nothing.”
I reach out and grip the collar of his shirt, yanking him toward me. “You pathetic fuck,” I spit.
He pushes against my chest, but I slam his back against the wall. His eyes widen in fear, and he holds up his hands. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? It was an accident, I swear.”
He shove him away from me, afraid I might lost control and punch him in the face if I don’t cool down. He stumbles back.
“Stay away from her,” I demand. “And don’t even think about posting those disgusting videos you have of her, either.”
Justin straightens, raising in eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, so you know about all that, huh?”
I grit my teeth.
“I guess she told you everything.”
I don’t respond.
He shakes his head, standing straighter, trying to regain what’s left of his dignity. “That deal is between me and Emma.”
I cock my head, my glare deepening. He can’t be serious right now.
“She does what I ask of her, and I hold up my end of the bargain—not releasing the video.”
My fists clench at my sides. He better start saying something else, or I might end up clobbering him to the floor right here in his living room.
“Although I hear there might already be something scandalous that the press could hear about?” he purrs.
I frown, staring him down. But the longer I stare at him, the surer I become. He knows. He fucking knows about Diane and the cheating. Probably through Emma. Although based on that bruise on the side ofher face, I don’t blame her for spilling what she knew. This guy is a fucking psychopath.
Justin shrugs. “All I want is the Bishop name sullied. I want you to pay at leastsomethingfor what you did to my family’s business.”
“I don’t even know what business your family had,” I say in exasperation.
“Well, it went under because of Bishop Jewelers!” Justin shoots back.
I roll my eyes. It doesn’t matter. Reasoning with him isn’t going to do anything.
Justin crosses his arms. “I don’t know, maybe a scandal about you and your wife splitting is enough for me to not ruin poor Emma’s honor.”
I stare at him for a long moment. Finally, I break the silence. “There will be a story about my divorce within the week. You don’t leak the video, now or ever. Delete it. And …” I cross the room, moving to stand within a foot of him, towering over his much shorter frame. “You ever so much as lay eyes on Emma again, I will personally hunt you down and beat you into the floor. You understand?”
Justin nods, trying to keep up a sly façade—but I can see the fear in his eyes.
