Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 158

Keaton’s hair was a tousled mess, a clear sign that he’d just rolled out of bed in a hurry. His usually perfect hair was in wild disarray as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to make sense of the commation.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Oriana was on the floor, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm, tears streaming down her face. When she saw Keaton, it was as if she had seen an angel. She finally allowed herself to cry out, “Mr. Huber, please, save me! Oh God, save me.”

Keaton glanced at her briefly before his eyes found Elysia cradled in Tarquin’s arms. His heart raced with panic. “What in the world happened?”

Lowell looked at him with pity

“Your ex–girlfriend’s a real piece of work! Keep her in line, will ya? I never want to see her face again!” Tarquin’s roar was so fierce it could have blown the roof off the building.

Anyone who knew Tarquin knew that he was seriously pissed off. This wasn’t just anger, this was fury.

Keaton stood there, dazed, watching Tarquin’s retreating back. Lowell leaned in and whispered, “That ex of yours kidnapped Ms. Thorne and brought a gang to… well, you know. Tarquin was supposed to meet Ms. Thorne for coffee and couldn’t get ahold of her. He went to her place and found out what happened. Man, you need to sort this mess out. Tarquin’s really furious. Your ex… she’s really something else”

his head in disgust, and walked away. He didn’t even mention

everyone had left, Keaton turned to Oriana, his normally warm brown eyes now icy cold. “So,

unstoppable as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mr.

be mad? You blame others for your own failures in the

“L… I just…..

the

“Tarquin? Tarquin Bradford?”

“Who else?”

on her. She had never met Tarquin, so she didn’t recognize him earlier. Now,

please, I didn’t mean to, I swear. I didn’t

at her, devoid of any sympathy, “Ever hear the saying ‘Play stupid games,

Oriana gasped.

reap what you sow.”

murderous intent in Keaton’s gaze was

even. She told me if I could force Ms. Thorne to confess to Gage’s mess, I could take my anger out on Elysia. Nola promised that even if the