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“What?” I ask, thoroughly confused as to how he would know this.

“I’ve seen pictures of you with him. You’re not his usual type.” He licks his lips. “He seems to attract the big tits, plastic-faced, would gargle on any cock that bobs their way type. I can just smell on you that you require a bit more of a chase.”

He steps even closer and I want to vomit. I look over his shoulder and see that Jacy has taken the chance, now that he’s focused on me, to leave the area. I can only hope she’s leaving the party as a whole.

“What I am is none of your business.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You see, after your boyfriend attacked me in the middle of a casino, everything he does officially became my business.”

“You sound a little obsessed,” I say to him, trying to channel all of the inner strength I have.

“Nah, I just like toying with him.” He reaches out to twirl a piece of my hair around his finger. I reach up and push his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You seem to think you have some kind of say in what I do, baby. Don’t you know who I am?” He leans in toward my face. I can smell the beer on his breath. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Get. Away. From. Me.” I stand tall. I don’t cower.

“You know, I always wanted to fuck Falcon’s smoking hot sister, but I have a feeling making his girlfriend come all over my cock two nights before our fight would be even sweeter.”

This is the kind of man who hurt me all those years ago. This is the kind of man who thinks everyone owes him something and he can do anything he wants with no repercussions.

He lazily grazes his hands down from my face, over my arms and even lower, leaving a trail of sickening fire in his wake. He then slides his hand up my inner thigh, and I’m instantly regretful of the dress I chose to wear.

No.

Don’t you dare, Faith, I tell myself.

This is not your fault.

It’s not because you wore a dress. It’s not because you have on makeup. It’s not because of anything you did.

This. Is. On. Him.

“Get off of me!” I use both hands on his chest to shove him backward with all of my might, doing exactly what I wish I could have done that day in college.

He stumbles back and his shoulder hits the opposite wall, and he just laughs.

“I like it when they fight,” he says with a sickening grin.

I have a moment, one singular moment of panic, but then a group of people turns down the hall and makes their way toward the bathroom...Joe included.

Before he can get close enough to hear me, I push past Braxton.

“Don’t come near me again,” I tell him.

“Is everything okay back here, Ms. Faith? Falcon asked me to come check on you,” Joe says when he approaches me. He looks over my shoulder and sees Braxton.

“Everything is fine,” I tell him. “Let’s go.”

We take one step away and I hear Braxton speak from behind me.

“Better tell your boy to protect that defective head of his. Once I knock him out, I won’t stop until they pull me off. Fines and charges be damned. After I fuck him up, I’ll come find you, and you can lick his blood from my knuckles while I fuck you.”

I see red...nothing but pure rage.

I turn back toward him and put every ounce of my body, every ounce of my fear, every ounce of my anger and rage into my fist.

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