Page 48 of Curvy Girl Summer

Oh, she’s trying to throw hands for real!

My eyes widened, and I didn’t know if I should get up and leave or be prepared to defend myself.

I was shook.

She reared back and attempted to hit him again.

“Both of you! Out! Now!” Ahmad barked.

The authority in his voice seemed to startle them as much as it startled me.

I didn’t realize Onyx had security until two men that I’d nevernoticed before appeared seemingly out of nowhere and corralled Brayden and the screaming Sierra out of the bar.

Since the two people who were causing the scene were escorted out, all eyes were on me. A couple of women were whispering and glancing over at me. A man was openly gawking with his friends. An older woman frowned, looking at me in disdain. I even heard someone call me a homewrecker. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want Brayden and his wife waiting for me. I didn’t like how people were staring at me, but they weren’t going to try to fight me. Unfortunately, staying put was the only option I had.

Exhaling loudly, I turned around on my stool and sighed.

When my eyes met Ahmad’s gaze, I didn’t see judgment or pity. “You good?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

He slid a Malibu sunrise in front of me. “You sure?”

I smiled appreciatively as he removed all of the Amaretto sour glasses. “Yeah.” I took a sip of the drink he’d just given me. “I’m not worried about him.”

“I’m not talking about him. I’m talking about her—the wife. She looked like she was going to beat your ass.”

My eyes went wide. “Listen! Ain’t no might about it. She would’ve definitely beat my ass.”

He chuckled. “Ol’ boy wasn’t going to let that happen. He was doing basketball drills to keep her from getting to you.”

“If I would’ve told her how he told me that he was a widower, he would’ve let her get me.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Can’t let anything happen to that face.”

A smile stretched my lips. “Aww, thank you.”

“Because blood makes me squeamish,” he continued.

My jaw dropped. “You asshole.”

He laughed. “Nah, but for real, if I thought you were in any real danger, I would’ve stepped in sooner. You were always good.”

I lifted my glass in appreciation. “Thank you.”

“I told you, I got you.”

“You did say that.”

“By any means necessary.” He paused for a second. “Wait, he told you he was a widower? So, he killed her off?” He shook his head. “That’s cold.”

“Right?” I put my elbows on the bar and let my head fall into my hands. “And now everyone in here thinks I’m a homewrecker. This dating app shit is the worst,” I groaned.

“Hey. Look at me,” he commanded gently.

I lifted my face and met his gaze.

“Everybody has shit,” he pointed out.

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