Page 185 of Stuck With You
Chapter 51
SARAH
“You did this, didn’t you?” he snarls.
I step out onto the porch with Grover and close the door. My dog sits at my feet, huffing out short little warning barks.
“Miles, what are you doing here?” I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to shake from the cold and my anxiety bouncing around like a ping-pong ball.
His eyes are wild and filled with rage. “You have no idea what you’ve done. You think you’ll gain something from this?” he scoffs.
“Miles, what are you talking about?” I assume he’s referring to the women coming forward, but I’m not sure.
“Don’t play dumb, Sarah. We both know how desperate you are.”
I shake my head, willing myself to remain calm. “Miles, everything you’ve done will only come back to haunt our kids. Don’t think for one second I’d ever wish that on them. Whatever is happening, you did that.”
I slide around him and descend the porch steps, leading him away from the house to his car.
“Where are you going?” His voice is raised, but I don’t care.
I’ve spent enough time fearing a man who is nothing more than a coward.
“Sorry you made the trip, but it’s time for you to go. Whatever mess your actions have led you to, that’s your problem.” I stop at his sedan, needing him to get in and never return.
“You just couldn’t handle seeing me make it to the top. You’re pathetic. If this is your attempt to spew some sob story, it won’t work. Everyone already thinks you slept your way to the crown and beyond, but I forgave you even when they thought I wasn’t the one who got you pregnant.”
This man is seriously delusional. My gut fills with anger from the weight of his lies.
“You won’t get away with trying to defame me.” He snorts a laugh.
I cross my arms, tension screaming throughout my body, so completely sick of him and his ego.
The sound of my pulse fills my ears. “Miles, I don’t care where you are or what you’re doing. If I gave a shit enough to plan revenge, believe me, it wouldn’t have taken this long.”
His nostrils flare. “You seriously expect me to believe you or that bitch of a lawyer didn’t contact these women and pay them to talk?”
I laugh, and my skin crawls with fire as sweat collects under my arms. “Pay someone? What? With my Mega Pot winnings. Miles, I’m lucky if I can buy something other than Folgers to survive on. And let me tell you, coffee is way more important to me than spending time or money scrounging up just a few of the women you did wrong.”
“You think this is funny?” He grits his teeth, leaning and getting in my face.
“Hey!”
I twist at the sound.
Oh, man.Slade is a soldier charging into battle. His boots are unlaced, his sleeves are rolled up, revealing the beautiful artwork down to his balled fists. The fierce scowl on his face makes my stomach roll and flip into a backward somersault.
My lungs expand at just the sight of him.
Miles takes a quick step back. “I told you last time this doesn’t involve you. You need to head back to your—”
“And I told you I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. This involved me the second you rolled into this neighborhood.” Thewarning in his ground-out words is loud and clear. “You touch her, and you’ll spend years learning how to talk again.”
I watch Slade’s dominant posture grow three sizes as he stops beside me. I stare at him, his chest heaving, and there might be subtle growls rolling out.
Grover bounces at his feet as if he’s happy to have back up.
Miles releases a little laugh that’s filled with condescending arrogance.
