Page 120 of The Proposal
“Blakely!”
“Blakely?” Foxx’s voice is gruff through the phone.
“Foxx. I’m at Renn’s parents’ house.” I choke back a sob. “Can you come and get me?”
“I’m on my way. Sit tight. I’m three minutes out.”
“What the fuck happened in there?” Renn grabs both of my shoulders and pulls me into him. “Talk to me.”
My shoulders bounce as I cry into Renn’s chest.
I don’t want to tell him what his father said.I can’t. Renn is a good man … and he might have lost his contract.Because of me.
“Do that fuckup of a son of mine a favor and walk away from this fake marriage before I figure out how to end it for you. Let me fuck that little ass, and I’ll let you keep Renn a while longer.”
No. Renn won’t want to hear that.
“What’s going on?” Ripley asks, walking across the driveway.
Fuck. I hope the rest of the family—Rory—doesn’t come out here, too.
“I don’t know,” Renn says.
I pull away, wiping my eyes and nose with my hand. Pain shoots up my wrist, and I jerk it back, crying.
“What’s Foxx doing here?” Renn asks as a black SUV slides up the driveway.
The vehicle stops, and Foxx climbs out of the driver’s seat. He wastes no time getting to me.
“I called him,” I say.
“Why?” Renn holds out his hands. “What is going on? What happened? I’m so fucking confused.”
“Can we talk about this later?” I ask.
“No. We can’t. I just heard my wife fighting with my father. Then she runs out of the house, having called another man to come and get her. What the fuck is going on?”
My face heats.
I look between Renn, Ripley, and Foxx. They all look at me expectantly.
“Fine.” I hold my wrist with my other hand, wincing. “What just happened was …” I force a swallow. “Your father tried to buy me off.”
“What?” Renn spits.
Ripley bristles beside him.
“He called me a little whore and offered me a half a million dollars to let you go,” I say, anger flooding me again. “Pointed out that I didn’t belong here and was ruining your life …” I lock eyes with my husband. “And that I caused you to lose your contract.”
Renn’s jaw drops. “Blakely …”
“That motherfucker,” Ripley says.
I can’t see Foxx, but I watch Renn shake his head.
I gather myself. “Your father tried to grab me tofuck my little ass—”
“I’m gonna kill him,” Ripley says through clenched teeth, turning on his heel and storming toward the house.
