Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chispter 702

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Chapter 702

I was completely caught off guard. Instinctively, I ducked my head, twisting to avoid him.

But Wayne was stronger, and when he was this determined, there was no way I could break free.

"Rea, why is it okay for them, but not for me?" he rasped, his voice hoarse with anger and frustration. "I love you just as much as they do maybe even more.

I couldn't think clearly, let alone explain anything. All I wanted was to shove him away, to escape, but I didn't have the strength to fight him off.

His lips brushed the top of my head, then slid to my cheek. When he nuzzled against my neck, I felt the weight pressing on my waist vanished as Wayne was shoved back.

"Mr. Johnston," Xander's voice cut through the tension. "Things between men and women should be consensual. Forcing them? Well, that kind of ruins all the fun, don't you think?"

His tone was nothing like Hayden's. I didn't know how Xander had managed to transform himself so completely, but hearing his voice right then felt like a lifeline.

Clinging to the edge of Xander's jacket, my fingers trembling, I listened as he taunted Wayne with a calm that cut deep.

on being drunk. No, this

Hayden disappeared, he thought he was in the clear-only for Xander to show up and derail everything all over again. The frustration of chasing something

think you are to talk to me like this?" Wayne snarled, his

mask in front of me, but tonight, he'd

someone, does it?" Xander cast a quick glance at me before pinning Wayne with

dangerous Wayne could be. Even though I trusted Xander to handle him, I didn't want things to spiral into an all-out

tightened my grip on Xander's hand, whispering,

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so broken, that even I was startled by how weak

to my

raised

version of Xander was a little mischievous, and undeniably roguish-nothing like the

his gaze to me. He tore off his tie, spun on his heel, and stormed

a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

and froze. Those eyes? That quiet intensity? It was like a punch to the gut, taking me right back to when I first met him. Rugged, unyielding, impossible to ignore. "Hay..." The word barely formed on my lips before

quickly, but apparently, that wasn't enough. His hand caught my chin,

chest-this man had faked his death, shattered me

decided to mess