question. I know you would never cheat on me. I trust you, but not him or what he might do.â
She took his hand and kissed the back of it and said, âHe wonât do anything.â
Ramsey leaned down, kissed her soft lips, and said, âI know he wonât. Letâs go back to bed. Iâll take care of this tomorrow.â
He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed, but before crawling under the covers, she said, âYouâre not going to do anything stupid, are you?â
He fluffed his pillow and said, âOf course not.â
In the middle of the night, Ramsey made his way down to his office and Googled Trentonâs book-signing schedule. He found out he was holding an early morning signing at an upscale café in the downtown area.
The next morning, Ramsey got up bright and early, while everyone else was still asleep. He drove downtown; entered the café; bought a newspaper, a cup of coffee, and some oatmeal; took a seat at a table in the corner; and waited for the guest of honor. Fortunately for him, his wait wasnât long. Trenton, along with his big ego and a female assistant, walked into a crowd of fans anxiously waiting to get their books signed. Ramsey felt like jumping over the table and smashing Trentonâs head, but he decided to be patient. He watched as Trenton worked the early morning crowd of people, who had to work the day before Thanksgiving. This was D.C., which meant the government had work to do even around the holidays. It was only a matter time, and Ramsey couldnât wait.
Chapter Six
Two hours had passed, and the crowd had slowly diminished. While employees packed up Trentonâs remaining books, the guest of honor headed toward the restroom. Ramsey slowly rose from his chair and entered the restroom, where he found Trenton at the sink, washing his hands. Trenton looked into the mirror and recognized a familiar face. He pulled some paper towels out of the holder and dried his hands.
Trenton held his hand out to shake Ramseyâs hand. âRamsey Stone, what a nice surprise. Itâs been a while.â
Instead of shaking his hand, Ramsey walked up to him and punched him square in the face, knocking him on the floor.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Trenton asked as he touched his lip and saw that it was bleeding.
Before he could say another word, Ramsey grabbed him by the neck and pulled him off the floor and slammed him hard against the wall. Trenton eyes bulged in disbelief, making it obvious that heâd been caught by surprise. Ramseyâs grip on his neck was tight as he got right in his face and spoke.
âIf I hear of you calling, touching, or even breathing in the same space as my wife, I will kill you. Do you understand?â Ramsey released his grip slightly on Trentonâs neck so he could speak.
With his voice nearly ripped from his throat, he whispered, âI donât know what youâre talking about, man.â
Ramsey slammed his head into the wall again and said, âIâm talking about Keilah.â
Trentonâs eyes widened with surprise.
âWhat?â Ramsey asked. âYou didnât think she would tell me, huh? She told me about the telephone call you made to her and what happened on the plane to New York.â
âI didnât know Keilah was married to you,â he replied in sheer terror.
âShe didnât have to tell you!â Ramsey yelled. âOnce she said she was married, that shouldâve been the end of it. You will not disrespect my wife or our marriage. You had your chance with her, and you blew it. Move on.â
Trenton now had tears in his eyes as his oxygen supply was slowly being cut off. He could tell by the grip on his neck that Ramsey could actually kill him if he wanted to.
âIâm sorry, Ramsey. Please, you have toââ
Ramsey punched him hard in the stomach, causing Trenton to grimace in pain. âShut your damn
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