Kiss Me (You & Me 3)

She heard voices and turned to look behind her. Ben gave her the signal. She jumped up from her chair and moved to the side of the room, essentially hiding. If Tim saw her in the room, he would know something was up. It was a surprise attack. He should be familiar with the concept, since he was a master at it himself.

When Tim strolled into the room, that familiar terror threatened to steal away her resolve.

“Hello, Tim,” she said, stepping away from the wall, the thick file under her arm.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped, turning to look out the window, clearly in search of his attorneys, but Meredith had led them away. Ben was standing on the other side of the window, a smug look on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I was hoping we could have a private chat,” Katherine said, doing her best to sound casual.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

Katherine smiled. “You will.”

Tim guffawed, looking at her with disgust. “You think you’re a badass because your boyfriend is out there. You’re a coward. I know you know better than this. Don’t fuck with me, Kat. You know you’ll pay later.”

She slowly shook her head. “No, I won’t. You’ll never contact me or lay a hand on me again.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re even dumber than I originally thought.”

“Have a seat, Tim. We do have a little something to talk about.”

“I’m not giving you a penny and I’m not signing those divorce papers. You don’t deserve shit. You’ve been nothing but an embarrassment since the day I met you. I can’t believe I ever thought you were good enough to be my wife,” he said, staring her down.

“Thank God for that. I would have never survived another day as your wife,” she mumbled.

“Don’t be a smartass, Kat. You know how much I hate that,” he said, a smug look on his face.

She walked towards the table and sat down, patting her hand on top of the file. “Trust me, you’ll want to see this and it’s probably better if you’re sitting down,” she said, ignoring his thinly veiled threat of violence.

He hesitated before taking the seat across from her. “Did you draw me some pictures?” he sneered.

She smiled. “Not exactly,” she said, and slid the file across the table.

He opened it up and began to scan through the documents. “What the fuck is this?” he growled.

“That is evidence of you bribing judges and jurors, paying off cops, buying testimonies, things like that,” she said, waving a hand through the air.

“Where in the hell did you find this?” he growled, his face reddening.

She shrugged a shoulder. “I can’t remember.”

“You were in my house?” he snarled.

“Our house?”

“It isn’t your house. You don’t live there anymore, I have—”

Katherine smiled. “You have?”

She waited to see if he would reveal Alex’s name. She couldn’t reveal how she’d gotten the documents. She was hoping Alex had followed through with her intention to leave him. If Alex was still in the house when Tim returned to LA, Katherine knew without a doubt, he would beat her.

“Bitch,” he whispered under his breath.

“I’ve been called worse,” she replied with a sweet smile.

“You’re not the bitch I was referring to.”

Katherine giggled. “Oh, you must mean Alex.”