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Kara plantsherself in front of Drew. He seethes but he stays put. There's no way he'd ever risk hurting her.
"Please step aside," he growls.
She turns back to him and presses her hands against his chest. "You're not hitting him."
Drew glares at Tom. "Okay. Please move so I can speak to Tom privately."
She tugs at his t-shirt. "You really want to betray my trust by going back on your word?"
"I won't." Drew looks back to Kara. "I won't hit anyone."
She motions to her engagement ring. "I'm not marrying a man with a violent temper, Drew. I don't care how much it will break my heart not being with you." Her voice softens. "You're better than this."
The same anger stays on his face, but his posture shifts from alpha dogI'll fucking kill youto a slightly less menacingI'm thinking about killing you but I'm not willing to risk the jail time.
Still, Kara stays put in front of him.
Drew clenches his fists. His eyes are laser glued to Tom. "Do you love her?"
"What?" Tom steps backwards.
"It's not a trick question," Drew says.
"Baby, did you like Tom dragging our shit in front of everyone?" Kara rubs Drew's biceps. She leans closer and whispers something in his ear.
"Seems fair, doing it to him now." Drew turns his attention to Tom. "Do you?"
Tom frowns. "I don't know."
"You better fucking figure it out. Because if you love her, fine. But if you're using your player bullshit on her." Drew squeezes his fists so tight his veins bulge. "I won't kill you. I won't hit you. But I sure as hell won't ever look at your smug face again. I don't give a fuck about contractual obligations. I'm not going to show up at some event. I'm not going to pose for some god damn magazine cover. And I'm sure as hell never getting on a stage or in a studio next to you."
"Drew." Kara reaches for his hand.
I can't watch them destroy something this important to them and pretend it's about protecting me.
I swallow hard. Here goes nothing. "No."
Drew looks at me. "Excuse me?"
"This isn't something Tom did wrong. He's been honest with me. He's always treated me well. He's not like Bradley. He'd never hurt me that way. Everything we did, I wanted. I asked for."
This does nothing to calm Drew. Instead, his temper flares. He rolls his fists, his glare turned up to eleven.
Men, they don't listen to reason sometimes.
I continue. "I'm an adult, Drew. I can decide who I fuck. You don't have the right to threaten a guy for sleeping with me."
Drew glares at Tom. He turns and stalks out of the room.
There are muffled questions in the main room. The front door slams shut.
Okay. Drew is pissed. Business as usual.
Only he caught me and Tom with our pants down.
Not as normal.
