Page 64 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
James laughed. He ran his fingers through my hair. "I'll call him in the morning if it'll make you feel better."
"I just want you to go into tomorrow knowing that what we have is love," I said.
"Okay. I'll call him. Anything else?"
I hated bringing up more stuff. But I had to. This had become a night of confessions. There was no point holding back now. "At the precinct today, that cop said something about how I'd probably have to fill out a lot of restraining orders if I was marrying you. Or something like that. What have you been arrested for, James?"
"Nothing that serious."
"Just tell me the list."
"Isabella filed a restraining order against me after I beat up the guy she was screwing behind my back. She said she was scared I'd come after her next. It was ridiculous. I never laid a hand on her. She was just trying to pretend to be the victim."
"Okay." That had to be what the officer was referring too. But I wanted to hear it all. "What else?"
"Just minor things."
"Then tell me."
He released me from his embrace so he could look down at me. "It was a long time ago."
"I promise I'm not going to judge you."
"Okay." He ran his hand through his hair. "There were a few fights once or twice that got pretty ugly during summer breaks of college. I hated coming home. I was angry all the time." He shook his head. "I think I got something for peeing in a bush in Central Park once. I don't even really remember. Public drunkenness. I wrote some threatening letters to one of Jen's ex-boyfriends. He deserved it. I don't regret that at all. That was another restraining order. And I've been arrested for being in possession of drugs. Nothing since the restraining order from Isabella, though. Nothing since I've met you."
"How are you not in jail right now?"
"I have a really good lawyer. And a lot of money."
I shook my head. "So no fights recently?"
"I don't have anything to be angry about anymore."
"You punched Tyler in the face."
"Tyler fucking deserved that."
"He didn't take your money."
"But he wanted you the whole fucking time we were together. And I trusted him. I let you hang out with him every Friday night for the past year because I trusted him."
"He was trustworthy. And he still is. He only ever said anything to me when he realized you broke up with me. Which he found out about because you showed up at his place and punched him in the face. I didn't tell him."
James raised his eyebrow at me.
"Please don't punch anyone else. And don't yell at cops. And don't buy cocaine."
He sighed.
"I feel like those are things most people don't need to be reminded of," I said.
"I'm not most people."
"I know." I touched the side of his face. "You're so much better. Thank you for telling me. Geez, that cop made it seem like you had a rap sheet of beating up women."
"I would never hurt you."
"It hurts me when you try to push me away."
