Page 117 of The Stranger
“So does Abigail, but she has earned herself a nice little nest egg on the side.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call whoring yourself out, work.”
“At least she’s getting paid to do it.”
“I told Abby last night that if we have any chance of getting back together, she’ll need to give that up.”
My eyes widen with a gasp. “You two are talking about reconciling?”
“You sound jealous. Would you rather it was us? Because I’d be willing?—”
“No,” I screech, cutting him off. There is no chance in hell I’d ever consider getting back with this douche. I’d rather be a lonely old maid with a dozen cats to keep me company. “I’m just surprised since she’s pregnant with another man’s child.”
He puffs out his chest. “We had sex all the time, Li, so there’s a chance it could be mine.”
I shake my head as I turn to leave again.Those two are bigger idiots than I thought.
I only make it a few steps when I hear someone bellow, “Hey, arsehole.”
Please God, no.
I don’t even need to look to know who that was, but I glance over my shoulder anyway, and bile rises to my throat when I see Spencer storming towards us with one of the building’s security guards flanking his side.
My first instinct is to keep moving as fast as I can, but I can’t do that. The look of pure rage on Spencer’s face is enough to make me stay put. The last thing I need is for him to assault my ex with countless witnesses present.
We now have an audience. Everyone in the vicinity has stopped to rubberneck.Great.
The first thing Spencer does when he’s close enough is to reach for me, placing me protectively behind him. Then all hell breaks loose as he lunges for Kayne, grabbing him by the throat. “I fucking warned you to stay away from her,” he growls.
He did?
When?
I step around him and reach for his arm. “Spencer,” I scream. “Stop.” I’m not angry at him for attacking Kayne, but not here … not in front of his entire staff.
He sobers, letting go of Kayne’s neck and then glances at me. “You’re protecting him?” he accuses.
No, I’m protecting you! You big dummy.
When his eyes narrow, mine do the same. “You know what? I’m not doing this here.” With that, I release his arm and take a step back, followed by another. Then I spin around and run towards the exit.
The last thing I hear before pushing through the glass door is Spencer call out, “Delilah, wait.”
Chapter 35
Spencer
“The show is over,” I growl when I notice we have an audience. “Move along.” The shocked look on some of my employees’ faces should concern me, but my only worry right now is Delilah. I turn to Tony—the security guard—and jut my chin in fuckface’s direction. “Get him out of here and make sure he doesn’t return.”
“Yes, Mr Prescott.”
With that sorted, I storm towards the elevator, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I go. The first number I call is Delilah’s, but I’m not exactly shocked when it goes to voicemail. I dial Damien next.
“Is Delilah with you?” I snap as soon as he answers.
“No, but I have a visual on her. She just turned the corner and is heading my way. She looks?—”
“Pissed?”
