Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel Read Online Free Page B
Author: Jamila Jasper
said, “Hey are you bothering this nice young woman?”
He puffed out his chest in Genevieve’s defense. He needed to let this assailant know he wasn’t to be messed with.
“She’s mine asshole… Back off!” The man slurred.
That was a big mistake. While Genevieve might not have had the strength to take this man, Sam most certainly did. He pulled the guy off of Genevieve and landed a right hook square in his face. The man hit the ground. A few people in the bar screamed. When a fight broke out, no one knew who had thrown the first punch and everyone’s immediate instinct was to panic. There wouldn’t be much time before a bouncer would arrive and would likely cart Sam off if he was lucky enough to not have the police called.
The drunken man sat on the ground clutching his bloody nose. He was crying out as people started to crowd around him. While most people fled the bar, some were drawn to the scene like moths to a flame. These were the types of people who just thrived on drama. Cameras flashed and a few cellphones were raised above the entire scene as some people tried to record a video of what was happening. These days, hope of having a video go viral was high. The right hook had its intended effect; it also had the side effect of drawing way too much attention to what had happened. Sam knew he had to get out of there fast. The last thing he wanted was to end up in trouble and leave this beautiful woman vulnerable to being bothered again.
Sam realized that a bouncer was going to show up pretty soon if he didn’t leave. Sam figured Genevieve wanted to get out too. She still had a shaken expression on her face. Sam grabbed Genevieve’s arm and led her through the crowd to the back of the bar. They exited into an alleyway escaping any more trouble. Sam shook his fist out once they got there. Punching a guy in the face really hurt.
“Are you okay?” Genevieve asked.
“I’m the one who should be asking you that…” Sam grumbled. He was right. Genevieve was quite shaken from being groped right there in public. She couldn’t believe that man had the gall to assault her in a room full of people. He was clearly practiced at doing such things. He knew the bar would be too loud and too crowded for anyone to notice. Why had he chosen Genevieve as the victim? She just didn’t feel safe in that place…
“I’m all right… Just a bit shaken up,” Genevieve answered.
Sam looked at her and noticed that she seemed a bit chilly.
“Well do you want to get out of here? We can go grab a coffee or something… Warm you up, get you calmed down and all of that,” Sam offered.
Genevieve wasn’t quite sure she was ready to accept his offer. It was nice of him, but more than anything she wanted to go home. She felt that turning him down though, after all he had just beat up a guy for her.
“A little coffee sounds nice… I know a place that’s closer to my apartment if you don’t mind driving there,” Genevieve answered. She was starting to feel the evening chill and perhaps a little coffee wouldn’t be so bad. She was wound up from the events of the night. Maybe she had misjudged Sam as being a pompous asshole a bit too early. He was certainly kind enough to stop another man from assaulting her and he didn’t seem to have any nefarious intent in asking her out for coffee.
Sam led her to his car in the parking lot of the bar. Genevieve couldn’t hide her surprise. Sam drove the nicest car out of anyone she’d ever met. Most of her friends drove cars like the 2003 Nissan Almera or even older cars. Sam was driving a brand spanking new Dodge Charger. The car was sleek, all white and looked like a rapper’s Bentley. When Sam opened the door for Genevieve, she was met with the fresh “new car smell” and stunning leather upholstery. When she sat down and Sam got in the driver’s side, he turned on her seat warmers.
Genevieve didn’t even know
He puffed out his chest in Genevieve’s defense. He needed to let this assailant know he wasn’t to be messed with.
“She’s mine asshole… Back off!” The man slurred.
That was a big mistake. While Genevieve might not have had the strength to take this man, Sam most certainly did. He pulled the guy off of Genevieve and landed a right hook square in his face. The man hit the ground. A few people in the bar screamed. When a fight broke out, no one knew who had thrown the first punch and everyone’s immediate instinct was to panic. There wouldn’t be much time before a bouncer would arrive and would likely cart Sam off if he was lucky enough to not have the police called.
The drunken man sat on the ground clutching his bloody nose. He was crying out as people started to crowd around him. While most people fled the bar, some were drawn to the scene like moths to a flame. These were the types of people who just thrived on drama. Cameras flashed and a few cellphones were raised above the entire scene as some people tried to record a video of what was happening. These days, hope of having a video go viral was high. The right hook had its intended effect; it also had the side effect of drawing way too much attention to what had happened. Sam knew he had to get out of there fast. The last thing he wanted was to end up in trouble and leave this beautiful woman vulnerable to being bothered again.
Sam realized that a bouncer was going to show up pretty soon if he didn’t leave. Sam figured Genevieve wanted to get out too. She still had a shaken expression on her face. Sam grabbed Genevieve’s arm and led her through the crowd to the back of the bar. They exited into an alleyway escaping any more trouble. Sam shook his fist out once they got there. Punching a guy in the face really hurt.
“Are you okay?” Genevieve asked.
“I’m the one who should be asking you that…” Sam grumbled. He was right. Genevieve was quite shaken from being groped right there in public. She couldn’t believe that man had the gall to assault her in a room full of people. He was clearly practiced at doing such things. He knew the bar would be too loud and too crowded for anyone to notice. Why had he chosen Genevieve as the victim? She just didn’t feel safe in that place…
“I’m all right… Just a bit shaken up,” Genevieve answered.
Sam looked at her and noticed that she seemed a bit chilly.
“Well do you want to get out of here? We can go grab a coffee or something… Warm you up, get you calmed down and all of that,” Sam offered.
Genevieve wasn’t quite sure she was ready to accept his offer. It was nice of him, but more than anything she wanted to go home. She felt that turning him down though, after all he had just beat up a guy for her.
“A little coffee sounds nice… I know a place that’s closer to my apartment if you don’t mind driving there,” Genevieve answered. She was starting to feel the evening chill and perhaps a little coffee wouldn’t be so bad. She was wound up from the events of the night. Maybe she had misjudged Sam as being a pompous asshole a bit too early. He was certainly kind enough to stop another man from assaulting her and he didn’t seem to have any nefarious intent in asking her out for coffee.
Sam led her to his car in the parking lot of the bar. Genevieve couldn’t hide her surprise. Sam drove the nicest car out of anyone she’d ever met. Most of her friends drove cars like the 2003 Nissan Almera or even older cars. Sam was driving a brand spanking new Dodge Charger. The car was sleek, all white and looked like a rapper’s Bentley. When Sam opened the door for Genevieve, she was met with the fresh “new car smell” and stunning leather upholstery. When she sat down and Sam got in the driver’s side, he turned on her seat warmers.
Genevieve didn’t even know
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