Page 93 of Faking it with the Billionaire
There’s silence that befalls the line. Seems I’ve made him speechless. That’s a first.
“She showed you the picture on her phone?” Fitzgerald says, and he huffs under his breath. “I’m surprised you haven’t taken it to the league.”
Em never showed me any photo, but I can bluff like the best of them. “Maybe I should. Seeing as how your brother fucked me over, and you’re trying to fuck my—”
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
“What?” I’m not sure what he’s agreeing to.
“You want a contract with the Ice Dragons next year. I’ll do it,” Fitzgerald says.
I shift the weight on my feet and lean against the wall in the hallway. Not like this. This isn’t how I envisioned my new contract negotiations going with Fitzgerald. I’m not about blackmail and seedy deals. That isn’t how I play, and it’s not what I want to get me onto the Ice Dragons for another year.
“I want you to resign,” I say.
“Fat chance, Greyson.” He laughs like I’ve suggested the most ridiculous suggestion in the world.
“Even with the pictures my fiancée has on her phone?”
He clears his throat. “Pictures? She took more than one?”
“Of course,” I say, sounding firm and confident in my bluff. “She has several and a video.”
“Fuck me,” Fitzgerald mutters to himself a little too loudly.
The bedroom door swings open, and Em looks spectacular with the knee-length black and red dress hugging her in all the right places. The red emphasizes her breasts, and I can’t stop staring at her, amazed at how good she looks.
“Who is that?” she whispers, pointing at my phone.
“I have to go,” I say to Fitzgerald, keeping control of the conversation. “You’ll send me the contract and then offer your resignation effective at the end of the season.”
“And if I say no?”
Em grabs my phone from my hands with a smirk. “I’ll send the press the photos and video of your dick in your hands and yanking off—”
My eyes widen, and she ends the call. I’m not sure if it was intentional or she accidentally hung up, but thank heaven she did, or my bluff would have been ruined.
“He did what?” I’m ready to drive down to the arena and kick the shit out of him.
Em rests a hand on my forearm. “It’s fine. I’m over it.”
“Well, I’m not!” I shrug out of her touch and stomp down the stairs.
“Kyler, wait up,” she calls after me. Em’s footsteps are soft and light, padding down the stairs while I’m quickly putting my shoes on and heading for the garage.
I can’t stand the thought of what the slimeball did to Em. Maybe I wasn’t there for her when Clemens forced himself on her, but I sure as hell am not going to let Fitzgerald get away with sexually harassing Em or anyone else.
Em grabs her purse and her heels, racing me out the door. She jumps into the front seat beside me before I can back out of the driveway.
“You’re not about to ruin our date by stopping at the arena,” Em says. She slips into her shoes once she’s seated in the passenger side of the SUV.
Her words slice through me. I gave Mitchell the night off so that Em and I could have a date night alone. And now, I’m about to ruin our special night by focusing on Fitzgerald.
My hands grip the steering wheel hard as I hit the button for the garage. The garage door slowly rises.
“What am I supposed to do? Just let him harass other women? Show me the video. The photos. I need to see it, Em.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She clutches her purse to her lap. “Let’s go out, have a nice dinner together like we planned, please.”
