Page 21 of The Last Love Story
“Here you are.” The bartender sets my drink in front of me and meets my gaze. “Need anything else?”
“I’m okay right now. I’ll let you know if I do.”
He glances behind me, then gives me a curt nod and walks to the other end of the bar to wait on someone.
Ignoring the creep at my side, I take a sip of my drink.
“Taste good?”
I jump as his voice tickles my ear and his hand lands on my ass.
Then a booming voice rings out from my other side.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
JUSTIN
The growlthat rips from my throat sends the shitstain of a human with his hand on Jade’s ass skittering backward.
Darren Corval. He’s a sniveling fuckwad. I’ve heard stories about him from authors, including one I’ve worked with a lot who’d worked with him as an “influencer” to help promote one of her books. She refuses to work with him now. No fucking wonder.
Jade swings from staring at me wide-eyed to glaring at the prick.
As much as I want to pull her protectively into my arms, I need to deal with this scummy sack of shit first.
I stalk over to him, getting right in his face.
“Why the fuck do you think you have a right to touch any woman without their consent?”
He sneers at me. “How do you know I didn’t have her consent?”
“Because I watched her jump when you touched her.”
“You want me to have him thrown out?” the bartender asks.
“Not unless you can get him thrown out of the romance convention too,” I grit out.
“Already working on that.” Jade’s voice is calm and in control as she taps away on her phone. “I’m talking to the organizers right now.”
Fuck yes, she is.
“Go to your room. Pack your shit. Leave. If I see you hanging around the romance con, I’ll be sure this hotel throws you out, and you’re blacklisted from every reader event possible.”
“Fuck you,” he spits at me. Then as he walks by Jade, he mutters, “Like I’d want anything to do with her disgusting fat ass anyway.”
“What did you?—”
Jade steps in front of me and puts a hand on my chest. “Let him go.”
“But he?—”
“I know. He’s a piece of shit. But you punching him will only help him look like a victim. Let him go. The organizers will handle it from here.”
My eyes drift down and skate over her gorgeous face, and finally, my body relaxes.
God, she’s stunning.
