"See, jealousy," Jackson said. "She's here to finish up our business about the power tool endorsement. He just can't stand another guy getting any attention."
Fenton lunged at Jackson again, but I stepped between them. "You were fighting over Sienna?" I asked.
Fenton said nothing, only clenched his jaw, so Jackson spoke up. "I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but Fenton here was yelling something about Sienna being his woman."
"That's not true," Kev said.
"Then, why did you two come here to talk to me?" Jackson asked.
Kev looked at Fenton and did not know what to say.
"Look, I hear you, but I believe that women can choose for themselves," Jackson said.
Fenton stepped around me, but Kev jumped in to help. "It's time to go, Fenton. It doesn't matter. They've got their story and that's it."
"I don't understand," I said, looking to Sienna.
She waved her camera crew in. "I'm used to men fighting over me, next time, I'll leave the door open, so we get it all," She vamped for the now-rolling cameras. "Doesn't matter what happened, I always come out on top."
Kev caught my arm and started to pull me and Fenton towards the back door. "Don't believe her. She'll say anything to make herself look good. Same with your pretty boy there."
I yanked my arm free. "Then, tell me what happened."
"We came to talk to Jackson about you, remind him to keep it strictly business. He had Sienna cornered in the room and was trying to make her go farther than she wanted," Kev said.
"But the door was closed and no one saw anything?" I asked. "So it’s your story versus theirs?" I grabbed both Fenton's arms and looked up into his face. He avoided my gaze, but did not pull away. "Tell me what happened."
He shrugged my hands off. "It doesn't matter. Let's get out of here."
"Fine," I said. "If it doesn't matter, then I'm going to stay and finish the business I have with Jackson."
"You can't be serious," Fenton said. "He's a slime ball, thinks he's untouchable. Is that who you're supposed to be with?"
"I'm not with Jackson McRay. It's just business." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but this whole situation feels a little unbalanced, wouldn't you say?"
Fenton glowered at me then turned back to Jackson. "I was just coming here to remind him it was just business, make sure he didn't cross any lines."
"Sienna, are you telling the truth? They were fighting over you?" I asked.
"Oooh, now who's jealous," she said and smiled at the nearest camera. She raised her right hand and pledged, "I swear they were fighting over me. Even Fenton's manager can't say that's a li
e."
I looked at Kev who gave me a pained negative shake of his head. "Then, it sounds like you're the one that crossed the line," I said to Fenton.
"So you believe him? Of course, you do. It doesn't matter that underneath his perfect look he's rotten. He's a dirty predator that thinks the whole world is his to toy with and that includes Sienna and you. I'm warning you, Jackson, I've seen what you really are," Fenton said.
The head of the golf tournament elbowed his way into the office followed by five security guards. "Alright, Mr. Morris, you have disrupted us enough for one afternoon. Take them out."
"That seems a bit unnecessary," I said.
Jackson shrugged. "They weren't invited."
"No, they weren't," said the tournament president. "They promised this photographer a great scene if he bribed the doorman to let them in. It was all just a publicity stunt."
Neither Fenton nor Kev could deny what the man said. The photographer mouthed “sorry” to them just before the security guards grappled them out the back door. One took Kev, while the other four surrounded Fenton.
He glanced over their shoulders and I felt the cut of his laser blue eyes. "You coming?"