Rocked by the Billionaire: A Billionaire's Club Story by Mandy Baxter Page A

beat that mouthy son of a bitch to a bloody pulp.
    Spencer puffed out his chest, real fucking macho with Kayleigh standing between them. “I said you’re trash, Blackwell.” He flashed a superior smirk as he laid a hand on Kayleigh’s shoulder. “I’m just saving her from your bullshit before it’s too late and you take off again.”
    Luke glanced down at Spencer’s hand wrapped possessively around Kayleigh and jealous rage flared deep in his chest. “Take your fucking hand off of her before I shatter it.”
    “You were a ratty piece of shit when you were a kid and you still are now,” Spencer remarked with disdain. He smoothed his free hand over his silk necktie as though the simple act would proclaim his social grace and standing in the community.
    Luke snorted. What a fucking wanker.
    Luke met his superior gaze and quirked a half smile. “I sure hope you don’t have any meetings tomorrow, Jackson, because I’m going to beat the fuck out of your face.”
    “Luke, stop it.” Kayleigh took a step forward, shrugging off Spencer’s hand. “You’re making this worse than it already is. Just … go back to Ryder’s.”
    His eyes narrowed. “So I should just take this asshole’s shit? Turn the other cheek and crawl back to my brother’s house like a fucking pussy?”
    “Yes.” Her eyes shone with hurt and Luke looked past her to Spencer’s ugly, smirking mug. He could walk away, for
her
. They had a lot to talk about, namely that fucking trash mag and the lying fame seeker who’d contacted them. “All right.” He held out his hand and though he’d begun to calm, his breath still raced in his chest. “Let’s get out of here then.”
    “No, Luke.” The corners of her mouth tugged down into a frown. “
You
go back to Ryder’s. Alone. I need …” She rubbed at her temples and sighed. “I need some time to think.”
    “Bullshit.” How could she possibly be buying into this crap? “Come on, Kayleigh. This is me. You know I’d never do anything to—”
    “She said she doesn’t want to see you!” Spencer pushed his way past her and shoved at Luke’s chest. “So take your low-class, white trash ass out of here and—”
    Luke socked the fucker in the nose before he could say another word.
    A cannon of gasps from every person in the restaurant was followed by a collective raising of the smartphones. Photos and video clips were no doubt being uploaded en masse to the Internet at the speed of 4G. Fucking great.
    Spencer pushed himself up from the floor and took a stumbling step toward Luke. Blood gushed down his face, dripping all over the fancy blue silk tie that he’d been so goddamned proud of.
    Luke squared his shoulders, more than ready to knock him flat on his ass again when the sound of a siren howled outside.
Shit
. Red and blue lights flashed through the wall of picture windows on the north side of the building.
    “Let’s see you bullshit your way out of this, asshole.” Spencer snatched Kayleigh’s napkin from the table and pressed it to his nose. “Kayleigh, I’ll be at my place if you want to talk.” He brushed past them both, knocking his shoulder into Luke’s as he passed.
    Like the pussy he was, Spencer went straight to the nearest cop to file a complaint. A silent comedy, the little prick provided plenty of entertainment as he pointed and railed, lifting his bloodstained tie to the officer’s gaze as though his swollen nose and bloody face weren’t indicator enough that Luke had assaulted him.
    He fixed Kayleigh with an emotionless stare as he turned his chair upright and sat his ass back down. No use in standing around looking foolish while he waited for the cops to slap the cuffs on him. Hopefully Ryder had his checkbook on him and was in a generous mood, because his brother’s prediction that he’d have to bail Luke out of jail had come to fruition.
    “I’m not going anywhere, Kayleigh.” One of the officers stepped into his line of sight and cleared his