Page 83 of Seduced By You

Kadon tightened his grip around his ski poles. I gently pressed a hand to his back.Don’t do it. Don’t react. It’s what he wants.Evidently, Benedict didn’t plan to let this drop, but if he was going to do something about it, he’d have done it by now. I stood by my belief that whatever he thought he knew about Kadon’s past and the troubles in Switzerland wasn’t enough for him to cause bother.

“We had a flight to catch,” I explained.

“To where?” Benedict smirked. “Switzerland.”

Kadon dropped his ski poles. I darted in between them, reaching behind me in warning. “Dubai, actually.”

Groups of people edged around us when it became clear we weren’t planning to move.

“Ah, your old stomping ground. Going back to modeling?”

“No.”

“Then whatareyou planning to do with the rest of your life? Help him hide the bodies?”

“You fucker.”

“Don’t.” I made a grab for Kadon. Too late. His large hand clamped around Benedict’s throat. Fenella squealed. Other skiers gasped, jostling each other to get a better view of the brewing altercation.

“Leesa, do something!” Fenella hollered.

Benedict’s face reddened, his eyes bulging. He clawed at Kadon’s hand.

“Let go of me, Kingcaid,” he rasped.

“Kadon. Stop. Let him go.”

He mashed his forehead against Benedict’s, like boxers did before a big fight.

“Do your fucking worst, Oberon. You think you’ve got something on me? You think you fucking know me? You don’t know shit. You’re a miserable, useless loser whose only claim to fame is being a cheating asshole and throwing away the best thing you ever had.”

“Kadon, please.”

“Well, she’s mine now. She’s fucking mine. You chose, you douche. You chose and you lost.”

“He can’t breathe!” Fenella screamed. “Someone get help. Call the police.”

Shit.I put my hand over Kadon’s, trying to peel his fingers away from Benedict’s throat. “Let him go, Kadon. Do it for me.”

As if my words were the key to breaking through his rage, he dropped his hand. Benedict braced his hands on his knees, gasping and coughing. Fenella glared at Kadon.

“You could have killed him.”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic, Fenella,” I scoffed, even though my knees shook and my stomach roiled. It didn’t cross my mind for a second that Kadon would seriously hurt Benedict. Scare the shit out of him, perhaps, but nothing more than that. No, what concerned me far more was the effect this might have on Kadon. The last thing I wanted was for him to take a backward step, especially as confessing to me seemed to have given him some peace.

“You’re making a big mistake, Annaleesa,” Benedict wheezed. “He’s crazy. You’ll live to regret the day you rejected me.”

A flicker of a frown darkened Fenella’s features. She narrowed her eyes at Benedict. “Rejected you? Don’t you mean you rejected her?”

Benedict rubbed the back of his neck, his expression pained. I crossed my arms over my bulky ski jacket.Get out of that one, twat.

“I-I mean—”

“He means that on your wedding night, he cornered Lee and asked her—no, begged her—to take him back. As his mistress, of course. I mean, our Benny here likes to have his cake and eat it, too.”

Oooh, Kadon.Revenge truly was a dish best served cold. A part of me felt sorry for Fenella, but like I’d said to her that weekend, men who cheated, even once, were likely to reoffend.

“Benedict?” Fenella’s chin trembled. “Is this true?”

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