Second Chance Mess (Bad News Billionaires #1) - Lucia Jordan Page 0,43
and looked at me once she had wiped most of the mocha out of her eyes. “Wait a minute,” she said with a sneer. “I know you.”
“You were that girl with Tim,” she said before bursting out into laughter. “You threw a drink on me because you’re mad that I turned your boyfriend on, although I heard he isn’t your boyfriend anymore.”
“Brooke,” I heard Kate say in a calm and low voice. “Calm down, don’t do whatever it is you’re about to do.”
“Well, we know what she’s not going to do,” Chelsea taunted. “She’s not going to be manhandling Tim’s junk anymore. Guess Tim will need someone to stroke him at night now, and I guess that someone will be me.”
Kate looked up at me as if she knew what was coming. I pulled my arm back and then swung it around to clock Chelsea in the center of the face. My fist made contact with the bridge of her nose. I heard a sickening cracking sound, which made me think that I might have just broken the bone. That ought to put a damper on her modeling career for a while.
“Oh shit,” Kate murmured as the store manager came walking quickly toward us.
Kate tried to pull me back from the woman a bit, but I was kind of too shocked about everything that I had just done to move gracefully without tripping over my feet a bit. As soon as Chelsea spotted the manager, she began wailing as if she was in excruciating pain and demanded an ambulance.
“I need medical attention!” she screamed. “And burn gel thanks to this stupid twat who threw a hot drink in my face. I demand that she be immediately fired.”
Chelsea dialed 9-1-1 on her cell phone and began to launch into a story about how she was attacked by a crazy woman who beat her within an inch of her life. I couldn’t help but giggle when I listened to her because it was so unbelievably melodramatic.
The manager apologized profusely and offered her free drinks for a month if she didn’t leave a bad review. When the medics got there, they looked her over and said she was fine and then left. She was quite a sight to see, though, sitting on top of the coffee shop table, covered in dark mocha stains on her white jeans, with blood dripping from her nose all over the white fur that draped from her shoulders.
When the cops got there, though, it became less of a laughing matter. Before I knew what was even happening, they were putting zip ties on my wrists and arresting me for assault. It was pretty humiliating to be dragged out of the cafe, still in my apron, as the customers all watched. Kate grabbed for her keys to follow the cop car, but one of the cops told her not to bother because unless someone could post bail for me that I would be spending the night in jail. She stood there helplessly as they shoved me into the back of a cop car and drove off. I hoped that I still had my phone in my pocket and hadn’t dropped it.
“Am I allowed to make a call?” I asked the police officer who was driving.
“Yeah, once we get to the station.”
I sat back in the seat and waited until we got to the police station. The zip ties were too tight and extremely uncomfortable. I’d never been in the back of a cop car before. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as they show in the movies. When we got there, they took my picture and thumbprints and released my zip ties so that I could rub my wrists. The police told me that I was here on a two thousand dollar bail and that if it weren’t paid that I would be spending the night behind bars and awaiting further instruction. I had to hand over my cell phone, but I was allowed to use their payphone, so I called Kate.
“It’s a two thousand dollar bail, Kate,” I said solemnly. “None of us have that kind of money.”
“What about Tim?” she said. “Two thousand dollars is nothing to a billionaire. He definitely has the money and can get you out of there.”
“No, don’t call Tim!” I yelled into the phone. “The last thing I want is for him to know that I’m spending a night in jail for jealously beating-up the woman who put her hands on his cock.