Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
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’ is this close to 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.
“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.”