Page 37 of Wild Blades

“So?” Michael waggles his finger between us, moving on from the shocking truth bomb he dropped seconds ago.

Before I get a chance to respond and kill his insinuation that we’re together, Wade pipes up. “So, you’re the cheating ex? Wish I could say it’s a pleasure to meet you too, man, but that would be lying.”

Oh hell.

Abort. Abort.

Abandon ship.

All hope is lost.

Michael scoffs as if embarrassed and rubs his hand over his beard, cupping his chin like he always did in uncomfortable situations. Like the time I produced statements from other women at the divorce proceedings as proof of his infidelity and he rubbed so hard I was surprised he had any beard left.

Stupid asshole.

“They let anyone in the VIP area these days.” Wade lays his ginormous bear-sized hand on my thigh and asks, “Want to dance, baby?”

Baby?

I could kiss him right now because the look on Michael’s face is one of complete horror.

I’m being pulled by my hand to my feet before I can protest.

As Wade passes Michael, whose jaw is now hitting the floor, he gets up in his face. “You fucked up. Lost the best thing you ever had.” Wade shocks me with this confrontational side of him I haven’t seen before. He’s territorial.

Then he goes in for the kill. “I feel sorry for your girlfriend. Once a cheater, always a cheater. You’ll get bored soon enough and then what? Will she be left holding that baby while you move on? Sounds like something you would do.”

Looking petrified, eyes wide, Michael arcs his neck to look up as Wade continues his character assassination. “Are you already considering cheating on your new girlfriend? Or are you already screwing someone behind her back?” Not waiting for an answer, he starts to move, and I have to skip on a run to keep up with how fast he is walking. He’s mad as a bear who’s been disturbed during hibernation.

“He’s too young for you.” Michael sneers, shouting at my back.

“Fuck this.” Wade drops my hand and storms back over to Michael like a raging bull.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kali

I can’t believe how quickly Wade’s mood changed. I knew his fuse was short, but it’s shorter than short.

“And Kali was too good for you.” He spits venomous words in Michael’s face, standing nose to nose with him, drawing a crowd, which causes two bouncers to run over to us.

“I’ve got this,” I reassure them, holding my hands up to stop them from man handling Wade. Then I wedge myself between him and Michael and grab Wade’s jaw with both my hands.

“Look at me, Wade.” His neck is red, the thick veins pounding uncontrollably. And he’s so mad, I can practically feel the heat of his anger radiating off him like wildfire.

“Wade.” I try again. “He’s not worth it,” I shout above the music, desperately trying not to make a scene, praying no one is secretly filming.

Wade lowers his angry glare down to me, his eyes softening instantly.

“Not here. Not now. Please don’t do this.” My voice pleads with him. The last thing he needs is more bad publicity. It’s what the paparazzi love, what Michael would love too.

“For me, please don’t. And do this for yourself,” I beg.

Nostrils flaring, he looks like he might pounce at any second.

I look back over my shoulder. “For once in your life, do the right thing and fuck off, Michael.”

He scoffs. “Your new boyfriend is a liability.”

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