Chapter 39: Not His Little Wimp

SCARLETT

Trevor snaps his fingers and flicks it towards the security guards standing by the main entrance and two of them run to him. My chest rises and falls slowly, every breath slow and steady, ready to unleash my anger on him.

I’ll never be a little wimp for his sake again. That’s what Damian called me right? A little wimp, well, never again.

“Sir,” Both men say simultaneously, bowing slightly.

“Take that woman and throw her out of this place, I don’t even want the smell of her here, you understand?” Trevor says and I’m about to fire back when I notice he’s pointing at Ashley and not me.

Wait, what? He’s taking my side? He’s having her thrown out for me? As much as I want to deny it, there’s something that feels good, so good about what is happening but it doesn’t change anything.

“Trevor! Trev- Get your filthy hands off me,” Ashley cries as the security guards grab her and start dragging her off. A couple of people had their cameras and that was going to be trending all over