I text her, but I don’t get a response. No little dots form, letting me know she’s texting me back.
And then, I panic. After the connection Millie and I shared, there is no way she’d just leave. She’s not with any of our friends.
Something’s wrong. She wanted to stay fake married to me because she was running from her ex. All the little hairs on my body stand up, and I know she’s in danger. I had one job—to protect her. And I failed.
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Millie
I should have never left Sebastian.
That’s the thought that keeps playing in my head as I follow Trevor into a corner of the club so we can talk.
I was safe in Sebastian’s arms. And then I followed Oaklee to the bathroom so she could vent about Boden and ask for advice on how to tell him she’s pregnant.
When I came out to find Sebastian, Trevor met me instead.
“What do you want, Trevor?”
“You’re a hard woman to get ahold of.”
I cross my arms and puff my chest, trying to act like I’m not intimidated by him. I won’t let him bully me. I won’t let him have any control over me. Even though we are in a dark corner of the club, we are still in public. Surely he’s not going to do anything to harm me here.
“We’re over, Trevor. I don’t think there is any reason for us to talk or be in each other’s lives. I’ve changed my number for a reason.”
Trevor puts his forearm over my head and leans in until I’m trapped between him and the wall. Sweat forms on the back of my neck, my pulse jumps, and my breath hitches. My muscles stiffen, and my eyes dilate. My entire body goes into fight or flight mode.
I want to fly, but there is nowhere to run. All I have left to do is fight.
“We have a lot to talk about, actually,” Trevor breathes over me.
“No, we have nothing to talk about. We are over.” I try to push past him, ducking under his arm, but
he lowers his arm at the last second, and my neck collides with his thick muscle.
Trevor grabs my left hand and jerks it up so he can inspect my ring. “This is some ring.”
Chills run down my spine. I’ve never truly been afraid of Trevor until this moment.
“Let me go,” I say calmly, hoping that if I stay calm, he’ll release me.
“Not until we talk.”
“You’re done talking,” Sebastian says, standing over Trevor. He doesn’t move in. He doesn’t charge. Three little words hang in the air, exuding control and power. Sebastian may not be in a suit. He may not rule a courtroom or boardroom, but he demands to be listened to when he speaks.
Trevor, though, isn’t phased. He continues to grip my hand, holding my fingers so tightly that I can feel the blood struggling to get through my veins to the tips of my fingers.
“Let her go, now.” Sebastian’s voice is deeper, gruffer, and full of threats without using violent words.
“You must be her new husband. I’ll let her go. I don’t want anything to do with the whore. You’ll soon learn that she makes a terrible wife. I just want—“
He doesn’t get the rest of his words out. Instead, Sebastian’s fist hits Trevor square in the jaw.
I stand frozen as I watch my fake husband pummel my ex’s face—a man I once loved.
“Don’t ever talk about my wife that way again. You’re going to stop texting her. Stop calling her. Stop stalking her. First thing in the morning, we will be filing a restraining order against you. Trust me, we will get it. If you so much as come into the same room as us again, you’ll be arrested,” Sebastian says, before taking my hand and pulling me away from Trevor.
“You’re shaking,” Sebastian says as he pulls me tight against his body.