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 car. As soon as her

grip. “Who are you? Let me go! Let

was dragged onto a bridge, where

door swung open, and a woman emerged. She strode toward Elysia, her footsteps echoing with the click–clack of her stiletto

feeling that she recognized this woman, but the mask and sunglasses obscured

“Slap!”

Elysia across the

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

you can seduce my man?

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“Are you crazy?

slapped her again, twice more. “Don’t think because you’re pretty, you can climb the social ladder. Let me tell you, Tarquin is out of your league. He’s mine! If you so much

that pretty face of hers. The

be near Tarquin. One of the bodyguards produced a gleaming dagger, its blade

must be some mistake! I don’t know you, and I certainly don’t know any Tarquin. Let me

lashed out with a kick, sending Nola sprawling backward. The high heels did her no favors; she fell, twisting her ankle, and the