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.

hadn't had enough to drink to blame his behavior on being drunk. No, this

Hayden came along, wrecking that dream. When Hayden disappeared, he thought he was in the clear-only for Xander to

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

of me, but tonight,

of wealth and status, that doesn't give you the right to force someone, does it?" Xander cast a quick glance at me before pinning Wayne with his gaze. Don't you

dangerous Wayne could be. Even though I trusted Xander to handle him, I didn't

on Xander's hand,

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that even I was

me to my core. Walking into this situation earlier, thinking I could test him, seemed so

hand rested gently on the top of my head. Then he raised an eyebrow at Wayne." Mr. Johnston, shall I call

version of Xander was a little mischievous, and

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

I was holding. But

quiet intensity? It was like a punch to the gut, taking me right back to when I first met him. Rugged,

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

feel awkward, especially knowing he was Hayden. Anger churned in my chest-this man had faked his death, shattered me completely, and now he showed

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