Billionaire's Second Chance

"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 lie."

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?"

Jackson said, "Don't worry, Kya, I won't let this little scene stand in the way of our business."

"No, you're right," I said. "I'm going to stay. I can't let your crazy publicity stunts get in the way of my business anymore."

Fenton shook off the four security guards and strode out the back door himself. I waited until the office cleared. I took a few steps toward the back door, and then changed my mind again. I followed Jackson out into the banquet hall.

"Normally, I'm all for making a scene, but that was a bit much even for me," Sienna said to her semi-circle of cameras.

Jackson joined her and slid a comforting arm around her shoulders. Sienna shrunk back then recovered and gave the cameras a bright smile.

"No wonder you came looking for a higher class of athlete. We might not have crazy parties in luxury suites, but we at least know how to treat a woman," Jackson said.

Sienna shrugged his arm off and rubbed her neck. "It seems like the only people that know how I want to be treated are my friends and my fans."

"Speaking of your friends, I was hoping your entourage would liven this place up," Jackson said. He stepped back into the shot and Sienna backed away.

"That wasn't lively enough for you?" I asked.

Jackson dropped the hand reaching for Sienna's waist and turned to me. "What can I say? I like a little fun and excitement in my afternoons." He stepped aside to talk to the head organizer of the golf luncheon.

"Are you okay?" I asked Sienna. My back was to the cameras and I spoke as quietly as possible.

"Why do you ask?" Sienna tossed her hair.

"You're usually so bouncy, but now, I don't know, you seem a little jumpy," I said.

Sienna looked at Jackson. He smiled, and she swallowed hard. "This just isn't my crowd."