Page 39 of Other Woman Drama


Font Size:

He’d created one hell of a business and traveled all over the United States fixing schools’ security.

“Was hoping she’d just disappear quietly,” Webber grumbled.

I reluctantly moved to my seat but did it with the very real knowledge that there were now two sets of eyes on me that wanted to kill me.

Both maybe quite literally.

The rest of the night went smoothly.

I managed to keep my eyes off of Webber for the most part and had a great time.

Sadly, work called, and I didn’t have the choice but to get out of there before anyone else.

“I have to go to work,” I grumbled, standing up.

My shirt ended up getting caught up under my boobs, causing the shirt to ride up as I slung my purse over my shoulder.

Which was why there was a very angrily growled, “What the fuck is that?”

I frowned and looked over at Webber, who was now standing.

“What?” I asked, absently pulling down my shirt.

He reached over Dima’s shoulder since Dima was blocking his way to me and tugged up the tail of my shirt again, revealing the bruise I was sporting on my belly.

“Oh,” I said. “I don’t know. I just had it when I woke up one morning. I think it might’ve been the day I got into that squabble with the officer over there,” I explained.

Webber dropped his hand and glared. “She hurt you?”

I shrugged. “I bruise easily.”

I also blushed easily, and I was doing that in front of the entire table of twenty-two.

“Okay,” he stepped back, his eyes angry as hell.

There was a throat clearing and then Devney said, “Let her get to work or she’ll be late.”

Devney’s hand came down on Webber’s trap, and I wanted to cut it off with my butter knife.

I turned and said, “’Scuse me, darlin’.”

Though I didn’t quite see who was moving out of my way so I could leave, mostly because my eyes may be working to guide me out, but my mind was solely focused on the man behind me.

And the woman that fucking sucked.

“I’ll walk you out.”

I smiled up at Gunner. “Thanks, I wouldn’t put it past Moran to corner me again.”

“I know,” he said as he guided me through the throng of tables between our table and the door.

“Hey, Jinx!” the greeter at the front of the restaurant cooed as we got to the front.

“Marcy,” Gunner said.

Gunner’s club name was Jinx, though I’d never taken to calling him that for some reason.

The same went for Jasper, who was known as ‘Hush’ in the club.