and, quite possibly, is still going on. But that’s none of my business. As long as it doesn’t affect me, I don’t care.”
He leaned forward and scrubbed his face with his palms. I could tell that the stress was getting to him, probably just as much as it was getting to me, only for different reasons. He honestly wasn’t a bad guy—annoying at times, but he had a good heart. He just trusted the wrong person. And I would bet every penny of my worth that there was a trail of others behind him who had made that same mistake.
“I’ll figure something out.” When he dropped his hands, he looked like he had aged twenty years, as if he’d rubbed off a mask of youth. “You’re off today, so just lay low. Let me get this situated, and then I’ll contact you about this.”
I had no idea how he planned to fix the situation, but as long as it didn’t make my life or this job worse, then I didn’t care. I wasn’t bluffing—I would walk away before I defended my sister’s infidelity. Maybe all of this would finally open everyone’s eyes to see the real Tiffany Lewis.
Ty must’ve had a hard time coming up with a way out of this mess, because it’d been two days and I still hadn’t heard anything from him. Luckily, I’d had both days off, but that all ended tomorrow. I figured I’d give him until the morning before I tried to get ahold of him.
Jacoby and I had made plans for tonight, so Ty and my sister were the furthest things from my mind. It only took one night of sleeping in his arms to make the thought of sleeping by myself unappealing. I’d spent the last two nights in his bed—cuddling without taking it further—but since I had to work in the morning, he’d agreed to stay tonight at my place. Reluctantly, I might add. He felt uncomfortable sleeping in my sister’s house, which I understood completely. It just made more sense to me if I was already there in the morning in case the glam squad came early. At least with Jacoby there, if they showed up ahead of schedule, he could sneak out the back, and no one would be the wiser. If I were at his home, I’d have to explain where I’d been and why I hadn’t answered the door. The one time I’d gotten caught by Ty had been enough to never put myself in that position again.
As I sat on the couch, waiting for Jacoby to come to the back door, I was startled by a sound coming from the front of the house. I couldn’t tell what it was, so I paused the game and sat completely still. A heavy thump echoed down the hall, causing my heart rate to spike. And by the time a figure came around the corner into the living room, I was on high alert.
This was the second intruder in two days.
After what had happened with Ty, I made sure to look at him before reacting, just in case it was Ty again. But it wasn’t. This man was much taller, with muscles on top of muscles and noticeably broad shoulders. If The Rock and Aquaman had a baby, this man would be it.
The second I realized it wasn’t Ty, I immediately began my attack to defend myself. Since I had the game controller in my hand, I chucked it at him as hard as I could. Unsurprisingly, it bounced off his chest like an ineffective bouncy ball. His pecs likely caused more damage to it than had I thrown it on the hard floor.
Not wasting time, I grabbed anything and everything I could find and hurled it in his direction. The TV remote, an empty plate, a glass vase, pillows, and shoes, but nothing seemed to faze him. Although, the vase did make him flinch. When the only thing left on the coffee table was a can of beer that I’d taken maybe two gulps of, I committed the ultimate sin. I picked it up and launched it at him.
It wasn’t until I ran out of things to hit him with that I realized he was still in the same spot he was when he came in. He hadn’t moved or made any advancement toward me. I mean, it didn’t make me any less scared, but at least it didn’t escalate my fear.