Page 41 of Hooking a Hottie


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All I did then was sit back in the seat and I spoke no other words.

I have given my final answer.

Maybe it wasn’t fair to drag Henry into this.

Maybe it wasn’t fair to have Henry do this.

But goddammit, I wanted to feel protected!

Henry pulled up to the house.

Not an ounce of hesitation went through my body when he threw open his squeaky door.

He jumped out of his SUV and walked across the front, through the headlights.

I watched him. I swallowed hard. I had never been so scared and turned on in my entire life.

When I turned my head, I saw Keith.

There he was, just standing on the porch, drink in hand, like everything was so perfect, calm and cool.

I opened my door just so I could hear what would happen.

“Hey, Keith!” Henry’s voice boomed.

My heart jumped.

“Who is that?” Keith asked. “Wait… oh, man… tell me that’s…”

Keith threw his head back and laughed.

“Get your fucking ass down here and face me like a man,” Henry ordered. “You want to put your hands on a girl? You fucking pussy!”

I gasped.

That got Keith’s attention.

“Oh, you’re dead now, scumbag,” Keith said.

He handed off his drink, then he took off his leather jacket and handed that to someone else. He cracked his knuckles and charged down the porch steps.

Now maybe in a different scenario Henry would have waited and set this fight up a little better.

But Henry was out for blood. To defend my honor. Because Keith hurt me.

Henry was at the steps as Keith hurried down.

Henry leapt up and grabbed Keith by his shirt and threw him off the steps to the ground.

“Oh! Shit!”

Someone screamed.

There were some cheers.

Henry kicked Keith in the ribs.

Keith rolled away and climbed to his feet.

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