Page 119 of The Proposal
“I don’t have to explain anything to you.”
He storms around the corner of his desk, stopping inches from my face. Liquor is hot on his breath, and he breathes down like a demented dragon.
I want to run out of the room. I want to run into Renn’s arms and beg him to take me home. But I don’t want to give this asshole the pleasure of thinking he hurt me … and,this is Renn’s home. How is Rory married to this egotistical monster?
A fissure cracks through my chest.
“You will never fit in here,” he says, scowling. “You are not a Brewer.You will never be a Brewer.Even if you have Renn’s child, it will be a bastard. It’ll receive a check every month, and that’s it. It won’t belong here just like its mother doesn’t.”
“You don’t know him if you think that’s true.”
“Honey, I know him.I raised him. He might be weak—deluded from fucking you—but he has Brewer blood in his veins.” He cuts the small distance between us in half. “Your little stunt cost me millions today. I had to pay millions of dollars to expedite my deal before you and my dipshit son ruined it for me.”
I stare at him.
“You might’ve cost him his Royals contract, but I can’t help that,” he says.
What? I take a step back.What’s he talking about?
“Oh, didn’t you know?” he asks, mocking me. “Your ‘husband’ isthis closeto losing his contract—because of you.”
My brain scrambles with this information.Is it true? Why didn’t Renn tell me?
Is this why he’s acting so odd?
I hiccup a sob.
That must be it. He lost the contract … because of me.
“Let. Him. Go,” Reid says, glaring at 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.”
“Say what you want about me. But don’t talk about Renn like that.”
He looks at the ceiling and laughs.
“He’s a good man. He’s nothing like you.”
He drops his gaze to my face. “And how would you know? Because he fucked that little ass all weekend? Huh? That makes him a good man?”
My hands shake. “Go to hell.”
“How about this?” He looks me up and down. “Let me fuck that little ass, and I’ll let you keep Renn for a while longer.”
Before I know what I’m doing my fist is in a tight ball, flying toward Reid’s face. It grazes the tip of his chin, sending splintering pain down my wrist.
“You little cunt.” He reaches for me. “Get over here and let me—”
“Don’t fucking touch me. You’re a piece of shit, and I hope you burn in hell.” My voice trembles with anger.
“What’s going on here?” Renn asks, making me jump.
I look at the doorway. He fills the space with his broad shoulders, piecing together the scenario before him.
I push around him and bolt down the hallway, tears flowing down my cheeks. I snatch my purse off the hook and make my way outside.
“Blakely,” Renn calls after me.
My hand finds my phone in my purse. I rip it out and find Foxx’s number, thankful that I listened to him today and saved it into my contacts list.
