Chapter 1748

Night deepened.

Marion showed up at Andrew's study, but he wasn't there.

Marion frowned. When the door clicked shut behind him, he sensed something off and turned to leave. Then he saw Debra blocking the doorway.

"It's you." His frown deepened. "Move."

"Andrew told me to wait for you here," she said, smiling with her hands behind her back.

"Tell him to come out," he demanded.

"That won't work. He said tonight you're mine to mess with, however I want."

"I don't hit women. Step aside."

He stepped forward, but Debra didn't flinch this time.

She whipped out a photo and shoved it in his face. "Take a good look. I've got backups. Leave, and this hits every website tomorrow."

It was Marion as a kid, dressed up like a girl by Itzel. He looked like a doll, with Itzel flashing a peace sign beside him.

Everyone in Seamar City knew how badly she had wanted a daughter. Dwayne had cooked up this dumb idea to make her happy. Marion thought that the photo was locked in the family safe.

His face darkened. 'Who dug it up?'

He realized quickly that Itzel had sold him out.

"Think twice," Debra taunted, her eyes glinting. "Walk out, and tomorrow you're the laughingstock of Seamar City."

He clenched his jaw. "What do you want?"

"To get even. I mess with you, and you take it. Or else..." she sighed at the photo, "this cute picture goes viral."

He gritted his teeth. "Fine. You win." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ

"So, you ready?"

"How do you wanna hit me?"

"With my fists, duh."

She had already pictured 100 ways to pound him. She swung at his chest, but it was rock hard.

The punch didn't budge him. It just hurt her hand.

He glanced down at her. "Keep going?"

That set her off. She grabbed a pillow from the sofa and whacked him over and over.

To Marion, it was barely a tickle.

Finally, Debra wore herself out and chucked the pillow.

Panting, she pointed at him. "You! Go downstairs, soak yourself in the fountain, and beg for my forgiveness three times. Do it, or I swear..."

He grabbed her wrist, yanking her downstairs.

The move caught her off guard. "Hey, what're you doing? Let go."

In the front yard, he released her. She nearly crashed into his back. He spun around, their faces inches apart. His stare made her heart skip.

"This stays between us," he warned. "Or else..."