Grumpy Romance (Billionaire Dads #1)

by Nia Arthurs

It hurts. Damn. The whites of his eyes threaten to overtake everything else as he stares at me like he wants to climb under a rock. Pain rattles through my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t freaking think. Flight or fight? The instincts roar inside my head. Should I grab the umbrella and go mad? Should I offer my sister and jerk of an ex-boyfriend a lashing they’ll never forget? “Kenya, I can explain,” Sasha says, her voice tight. All at once, I’m too overwhelmed to keep standing there in a room that smells like sweat and lovemaking. I need out. I need air. I pump my arms and try to run, but my heels catch on the shag rug at the foot of the bed, tripping me up. My arms flail. I wobble in an attempt to keep upright, but I step on a grape instead and it upends me further. I fall hard, landing on my elbows. My bones rattle and a physical pain jangles my fingers all the way up to my shoulder. I come nose to nose with Sasha’s lingerie that was, apparently, discarded right along with Drake’s boxers. Tears fill my eyes, but I forbid myself from crying. “Kenya, are you okay?” Wow, my sister sounds like she actually cares. That’s ironic, isn’t it? Not only that she’s concerned about my fall but that she thinks I could be okay right now? Who in their right mind would be okay in this scenario? My sister and boyfriend are screwing each other. And I just fell hard on my face. I’m freaking peachy! Scrambling to my hands and knees, I push myself up and throw myself at the door. “Kenya, wai...