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.

had enough to drink to blame his behavior on being drunk. No, this wasn't about alcohol-this was about

convinced himself that once Jace was out of the picture, he'd finally have his chance. Then Hayden came along, wrecking that dream. When 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 so relentlessly, only to have it snatched

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

of me, but

if you're a man of wealth and status, that doesn't give you the right to force someone, does it?" Xander cast a quick glance at me

Xander to handle

my grip on Xander's hand, whispering, "Take me

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came out so broken, that even I was startled by how weak I

the line had shaken me to my core. Walking

top of my head. Then he raised an eyebrow at Wayne." Mr. Johnston,

and undeniably roguish-nothing like the Hayden

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

out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. But before I could

up 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,

hand caught my chin, scanning me like he was searching for any

Hayden. Anger churned in my chest-this man had faked his death, shattered me completely, and now he showed up to see me

decided to mess with