Wicked Valentine(23)
“I don’t know what gave you the impression you could take photos of me and Sabrina. Photos of things we did on our own time to try to blackmail me. And threaten her.” He glared at Eve. “I had the threatening calls investigated. Guess who they led back to? You, Eve,” he growled, fisting his hands at his side.
It was Eve. All this time she’d been blaming her poor ex-boyfriend, and Eve was the one threatening her.
“How dare you?” She launched herself at Max and slapped him so hard the sound reverberated in the room.
Nina rushed around her desk and pulled the other woman off him. When Eve tried to slap her too, Nina threw a perfect right hook that would’ve made her cousin proud.
Eve screamed as the crunching sounds of her nose breaking filled the air.
Security rushed inside and grabbed Eve by the arms. Blood dripped down her face, covered her jaw, and dirtied her suit.
Max pulled Nina to stand by his side. “Call the police. I’ve been in contact with someone down at the precinct just a few minutes ago, a Detective Miller. He said people would be here shortly to arrest her for blackmail and making threats against my fiancée.”
Once the two security guards walked out, Nina turned to Max. “Anything you want to tell me, Maxwell?”
He trailed a finger down the side of her face. “I can’t live without you. I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want to be with you. I’m ready to make a commitment now. I want to know if you are too. Will you marry me?”
She threw herself into his arms. “Yes. I’m ready also. I will marry you.”
He kissed her, a sweet meeting of the lips.
“What are you grinning about?” She sighed and leaned her head into the crook of his shoulder.
“Remind me not to piss you off.” He joked and lifted her hand to inspect her fingers. “That is some right hook you have there.”
“And don’t you forget it.” She giggled.