Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I’d barely opened the door when a woman bumped into me, also sending me onto my ass, but my back hit the wall. She approached with eyes filled with anger; her gaze was intent, her mouth in a firm line. I straightened up and adjusted my dress.
“Do you have a problem?” I asked her.
“You were blocking the entrance for important people.” Her voice sounded familiar.
Security wasn’t tight enough in this place. “I was on my way to join my husband.”
She swallowed hard, crossing her arms. “So, you came with Silas.” Her voice was filled with venom.
I thought I recognized her bitch-ass voice. She was the broad who called my husband way too much. “Yes, I did, and you must be the assistant who couldn’t stop calling when he was off. Also, I believe he told you to stop calling him Silas. He’s Mr. Harrison to you.”
Her eyes widened, a crazy deranged look flooding her expression. “You bitch. Did you think I’d let you steal my man?”
“Are you out of your damn mind? He’s my husband and nothing to you. How many times do you have to be reminded?”
“He is not your husband. He’s mine.”
“You have lost it, woman. You need to get away from me.” I tried to shove past her, but she wasn’t having it. Her hand wrapped around my throat.
I kicked and screamed through her attack. My voice hopefully carrying outside of the bathroom. “Silas,” I shouted between gasps of air. “Silas, help me.”
“You bitch. Don’t say his name; he’s mine.”
“You’re freaking crazy.” I clawed at her face, giving me time to get up. I ran for the door, but she grabbed my hair and yanked me back. I fell onto the bathroom floor, landing painfully on my wrist.
“Let me go, you dumb bitch.” She let out a maniacal laugh and didn’t let up, but I wasn’t giving up either. I pulled her hair back and punched her with my already bruised wrist. We both let out a scream. The door burst open and Silas stood frozen, momentarily shocked before jumping into action. Security followed right behind him.
“Yelena,” he hollered, lifting me off the floor.
A moment later, the police arrived to interrogate us.
“What are you doing here?” they asked Ms. Bell, who was cuffed by security.
“I was just using the restroom, and this woman was following and insulting me.” I narrowed my eyes at her. There was no way in hell I wanted to be anywhere around this woman.
“Why would my wife need to speak with you? I fired you.”
“You fired her?”
“Of course. I told you no one can come between us ever.”
They turned to me and asked, “So did you follow her, Mrs.…”
“Harrison, and no, I didn’t. I came in here, and she slammed me against the wall as soon as I made it through the door.”
“She’s lying,” Bell uttered.
“I didn’t even know what you looked like, Ms. Bell. So how could I even follow you? If you were here for the party, why didn’t you introduce yourself to me in front of everyone?” I asked, glaring at her as I held on to my husband.
“You stole my man.”
“You were just my assistant, and you crossed the line.”
The woman continued spewing her lies. “Ms. Bell, you’re under arrest for assault and stalking.”
“What? I didn’t do anything. She started it.”
“Miss, you shouldn’t even be here.”
She threw her arms out of the cop’s grasp and shouted loud enough for those in the hall. “She’s a home wrecker.” This woman was delusional.
Silas spat out, “Keep that shit up, and maybe you’ll end up in a sanitarium instead of prison. You put your hands on my wife. You’re lucky I don’t hit women.”
“Come on; you’re coming with us.”
She clawed at the doorframe. “No, you can’t take me away from him.”
“Miss, if you don’t come now, we’re going to add on resisting arrest.”
“I love him. Why are you doing this to me?” They dragged her ass out of the bathroom.
“Baby, tell me—are you hurt?” Silas asked, kissing my face before I could answer.
“Only a little. I think my wrist is sprained.”
“We’re going to the hospital, baby.”
“I don’t think we need it.”
“I need it, sweetheart. I need to know you’re okay.”
“If that’s what you want,” I relented because it hurt more than I let on.
“I really do love that you agree with me so often.”
“So why didn’t you tell me you fired her?”
“Truthfully, I forgot. Every time I see you, I have you in my arms. There was no room to discuss a woman I couldn’t give a damn about.”
“How did she cross the line?”
“She called you stupid and then she started making claims like she did here.” I smirked against his chest. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“I’m glad you let her go. She clearly didn’t like me.”
“You’re my wife; there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I’m just sorry that she decided to approach and attack you.” I kissed his lips and then he sat me on the sink counter, crushing my lips.