Page 22 of Her Royal Cowboy Billionaire

Michele got in the truck and took off toward home.

When she arrived, she ran into the house, locked the doors behind her and stripped as soon as she hit her bedroom. She showered, did her hair and make-up, all in record time. Then she put on the little red dress and the black three-inch, open toe, stiletto heels she bought since she met Alex.

She put a lipstick, keys, and her phone in the clutch purse that matched the heels.

The doorbell sounded.

Michele looked at the clock on her dresser.Alex is a little early.She went downstairs and opened the door.

“Hi, you’re—”

Standing on her porch was her ex-husband.

He’s got to be drunk or he wouldn’t be violating the R.O. That doesn’t bode well for me.“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be closer than five hundred feet from me.”

“Just wanted to see my girls.”

Michele was right, he was drunk. She smelled the alcohol. His breath could light a campfire.

“Go away, Ed. We’re not your girls. We don’t want you.”

He grabbed her arm. “Is that any way to talk to the father of your child?”

She pulled away. “That’s right. My child. You never wanted her, so don’t pretend you do now.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down.

He’d finally noticed the way she was dressed.Now, he would really be mad. I have to get away from him.

“You goin’ out with that furriner? Thatprince?” He slurred the words.

“Yes, I am. Now, go away, Ed, before I call the police.”

He placed the thumb and forefinger of his right hand on each side of her mouth and leaned forward so his face was just an inch from hers.

His breath reeked of booze and she breathed through her mouth to avoid smelling it.

“When are you gonna learn? I could kill you long before the police ever got here, even if you called—”

“But not before I kill you.” Alex’s deep voice interrupted.

Suddenly, Ed released her and was on his knees.

Alex had Ed by the ear and was pulling it, forcing him to obey. “Apologize to Michele. Now.”

Her immediate relief was almost overshadowed by the humorous picture of Ed on his knees because a man had his ear.

Ed whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“You will never appear at her house again. Is that not correct?”

“Yeah, yeah. I won’t come back.”

Alex pulled up on Ed’s ear.

He stood, crying now. “Please. I won’t come back.”

“Get out of here.” Alex released his ear.