Page 61 of A Billionaire Rebel

The backs of his hands pressed against my breasts, and the scent of his cologne made me gag. I had to do something. I had to get away. He didn’t have a weapon. If I could get out of his reach, I stood a chance of getting to the back door. The phone wasn’t an option anymore. He’d catch up before I finished dialing.

Then he said something that made me freeze in place.

“Jamie fought it at first too, but when she finally stopped, she enjoyed every minute of it. I made your little sister’s first time memorable, like yours should have been if you hadn’t been such a cold cunt.”

The truth crashed into me, knocking the air from my lungs.

Jamie hadn’t pursued Spencer. He’d raped her to get back at me for refusing him.

Everything she’d been through in the past three years had been my fault.

Thirty-Six

Damon

I’d been up early,unable to sleep for the fourth night in a row. After thoroughly cleaning my entire place – something I hadn’t done for myself in a while – the time after lunch loomed large.

I wasn’t used to having much in the way of extra time, and filling it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. With the storm brewing outside, going somewhere wasn’t really on the top of my list. Fortunately, I had my own home gym, so that was where I went. If I paced myself, I could stay busy for most of the afternoon.

I’d just finished some time on the treadmill when my phone signaled that I had a text message.

When I saw a number instead of a name, disappointment was sharp, but then I saw the first part of the message.

Hi, Damon. It’s Jamie, Jae’s sister.

I wiped off my face and tossed my towel toward the basket in the corner. I scooped up my phone and opened the message as I sat on the edge of the weight bench to read the entire thing.

Hi, Damon. It’s Jamie, Jae’s sister. What the *hell* happened between you and my sister? She’s been moping around the last few days and biting my head off. You need to fix this.

“Dammit,” I muttered. I tapped out a quick reply.

Hell if I know what happened. One moment, things were fine and then I got a call out of the blue to say we’re too different and it’s over. She didn’t tell you anything?

I was cooling down, and that wasn’t the best idea if I wanted to keep exercising, but if I was going to finally get some answers, it’d be worth it.

Would you be able to come over so we can talk? I don’t have the car.

I assumed that meant Jae was working since there wasn’t really another reason for Jamie not to have the car.

I’ll be right over.

I stood up, then grimaced. Right. Quick shower first.

Between the shower and the weather, it took me longer than usual to get to South Houston. By the time I knocked on the door, my stomach was in knots. Something had to happen here. Jamie had to have answers. I needed them.

“Hi, Damon.” Jamie opened the door wide enough for me to go inside. She looked troubled. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” I held up my dripping umbrella. “Where can I put this so it won’t make a mess?”

“I’ll take it,” she said, reaching out.

I took off my shoes as she disappeared into the bathroom. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked over to the couch. The memory of being with Jae on this very piece of furniture hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Please, sit.” Jamie gestured at the couch. “Kevin’s at my parents’ house, so we can talk freely.”

I wasn’t exactly sure where to start, but I figured straight forward was the best way to go. Jamie, after all, had been quite blunt with me when it came to what she was going to do if I hurt Jae.

“What has she told you?”

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