Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 30

Elysia’s cheeks were still blazing hot at the thought of the bold move she had just made. Kissing someone first? That was something she never imagined she’d do in her entire life.

Back in college, her friends Blossom Blythe and Winona Newsom had pegged her as the poster girl for the conservative crowd.

She snorted, recalling the predatory look on that guy’s face. It was as if she was trying to get a free ride or something. If it hadn’t been to shut him up, why on earth would she have kissed him? And she had lost $250 in the process–enough to buy three sets of cozy fall clothes for

the kids!

Just as she was stewing in her misfortune, a sleek luxury car suddenly cut in front of them, performing an elegant yet aggressive maneuver that blocked their way.

The cab driver slammed on the brakes, his heart racing with fright and anger. He rolled down the window, ready to unleash a tirade.

“What kind of driving is that? Do you even know how to drive? You…”

But his anger deflated like a punctured balloon when he saw two men in black suits step out of the car. He clamped his mouth shut, not daring to make another peep.

Elysia peered out the window, curious. The window was knocked on, and a stern voice commanded, “Get out.”

Sensing trouble, Elysia scooted to the opposite door, asking, “Are you looking for me? Who are you?”

the door open and pulling her out of the car. As soon

man’s grip. “Who

onto a bridge, where

a woman emerged. She strode toward Elysia, her footsteps echoing with the click–clack of her stiletto heels. She carried an expensive designer handbag and had her arms

she recognized this

“Slap!”

Elysia across the face

bodyguards, she couldn’t fight back and shouted, “Who are you? Why did you hit

man? I ought to teach

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you crazy? Who did

tell you, Tarquin is out of your league. He’s mine! If you so much as look at him

her bodyguards, Nola ordered, “Ruin that pretty face of hers. The sight

determined not to allow any woman prettier than her to be near Tarquin. One of

demand who Tarquin was and instead pleaded, “There must be some mistake! I don’t

sprawling backward. The high heels did her no favors; she fell, twisting her ankle, and the blade sliced