Page 175 of By His Vow

I suck in a ragged breath, but before I can release Cory, my office door flies open and heavy footsteps storm inside.

“What the fuck are you doing?” a deep, angry voice barks. “Get your hands off my wife.”

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KINGSTON

Anger surges through me at the sight of another man touching Tatum.

No. He’s not just touching her. He’s fucking holding her.

Comforting her.

Before I can think about my actions, or calm myself down, I’ve crossed the room, fueled only by my need to protect her, to make her mine.

My hand wraps around his upper arm, and I drag him away from her.

Thankfully, he releases her. If he didn’t and dragged her with him, so help me fucking God.

“Kingston, what the hell?” Tatum shrieks as I throw the guy across the room, sending him crashing to the couch that sits beneath her window.

Ignoring her, I turn to the guy, looming over him as he fights to right himself.

The second he looks up, I recognize him.

He’s the guy Tatum was dancing with last weekend.

The guy she would have gone home with if it weren’t for me stepping in and taking what’s mine.

His eyes lift to mine, but unlike I was expecting, there is no fear, no hesitation as he stares back at me.

“She is not your wife,” he states coldly.

“Semantics. She will be. Soon. Very soon.”

A shadow appears beside me, but I don’t turn to look at Tatum. My attention is laser-focused on her friend instead.

My mouth opens to speak, but she beats me to it.

“You need to leave.”

A smirk curls at my lips, but when the guy moves, it isn’t in the direction of the door, and he’s no longer glaring at me but looking at Tatum.

Ripping my eyes from his, I focus on my fiancée.

“Me?” I ask in disbelief. “You want me to leave?”

“Yes,” she states fiercely, her hands resting on her hips.

I don’t need to look at her little friend to know he’s got a smug grin playing on his lips.

“But I was going to take you to dinner. Then we’ve got a meeting with?—”

“No, Kingston,” she spits, making me rear back. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Tatum, that’s not?—”

“You heard her,” the guy says, puffing his chest out and stepping between us. “She doesn’t want to go with you. I suggest you fuck off back where you came from. She is not interested.”