Page 69 of Daring to Love You
Shauna screamed. “Why you little…” She swung, missed, and Dorian shoved her as hard as she could, and watched her former boss stumble backwards just as the front door burst open.
With incredible reflex, Lynix snatched Shauna by the back of her shirt and righted her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he roared, catching Dorian off guard with the rage in his tone.
“She was just leaving,” Dorian said, rubbing her arm that was hurting and starting to bruise.
“Are you okay?” Lynix asked Dorian, still holding on to Shauna who was cursing and trying to kick and swing at him.
His attention went to Dorian’s bare arm, and he must’ve seen the spot that was now red because his face turned into an angry mask.
“She put her hands on you?” he ground out, and without waiting for a response, he pushed Shauna, not too gently, up against a nearby wall with her hands behind her back.
Dorian hurried to him. “Lynix, I’m fine, and she was leaving.”
“You’re damn right she’s leaving, but she’s leaving with an escort.”
He didn’t bother calling 911. Instead, he reached out to “a friend” who was on duty and arrived at the apartment within five minutes.
The next forty minutes was filled with answering the cop’s questions, Lynix pacing the living room, and Dorian filing assault charges. In between time, she’d managed to contact Bridget to let them know she and Lynix would be late.
“If that was your attempt at trying to get out of going to dinner, it’s not going to work,” Dorian said once it was just her and Lynix left in the apartment. “We’re still going.”
He huffed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I figured as much, but seriously, are you sure you’re all right?”
He had put ice on her arm while she answered the officer’s questions, and it helped. Her skin wasn’t as red and puffy, but her arm still ached.
“I’m fine, and thanks for coming to my rescue.”
“Always, sweetheart.” He tugged on her hand, pulling her to him, and gave her a quick kiss. “Now let’s go and get this dinner over with.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Hours later, Lynix was sitting at his parents’ dining room table with his father, waiting for Dorian and his mother to return with dessert and coffee. His mind drifted back to the scene at Dorian’s apartment, and he couldn’t help thinking about how bad it could’ve turned out.
To say he’d been shocked to see Shauna, and drunk at that, would be an understatement. Also seeing her reminded him that he hadn’t told Dorian about the call he’d made. Though he didn’t know the results of what happened after talking to the CEO about Shauna and Rodney, he still had planned to tell Dorian what he’d done. He was glad it had all worked out, and he’d make sure Dorian didn’t have any more trouble out of her former boss or that ex-boyfriend.
Lynix stood and strolled over to the mini bar near the floor to ceiling windows for a bottle of water. “Do you want anything, Dad?” His father had been nursing a glass of whiskey through dinner.
“No, I’m good. Thanks, Son.”
Surprisingly, dinner had gone well with conversation flowing easily. Though Dorian and his mother carried much of the conversation, Lynix and his father chimed in periodically. Theywere getting along for a change. Granted, they hadn’t said much to each other, but at least they weren’t arguing.
“Dorian seems like a nice young lady, and your mother really likes her,” his father said, surprising Lynix even more.
“Thank you. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and…”
He almost added he was going to marry her, but that might be a sure way of starting a fight, something he didn’t want to do. His mother had warned them both that she wanted a nice, uneventful dinner while she got to know Dorian. So far, they’d done well in giving her what she asked for, and Lynix was happy because Dorian seemed to be enjoying herself.
“And her family is great,” Lynix added. “I think you’ve met Zion before, right? He’s the one who got married here on the property months ago.”
His father nodded. “Of course, I remember him. He attended a few of our cookouts with you. Remember that time when he won the pie-eating contest?”
Lynix chuckled. “Yeah, that’s right. Then he got sick and spent most of his time here in the bathroom.”
His father laughed too. He had always been good at remembering faces. and names, which helped in the business world. Lynix shouldn’t have been surprised he remembered Zion.
“I’m glad Wes was able to talk you into joining him at WBM,” his father said, changing the subject.
