I shook my head. "No, I didn't."
"Well, that's the difference between us. You have to fight for everything you want. I was raised differently. Everything is available to me. That's what really burns you, isn't it? I can just take whatever I want," Jackson said.
"Then take this," I said. I lunged towards him and threw a hard jab.
Kev grabbed me just in time. My momentum carried us over to slam against the desk. Jackson stepped aside and grabbed Sienna's arm.
"So heroic for nothing. Come on, let's find somewhere more private," he said. "I mean, you wouldn't want your little reality show to get slammed with a slander lawsuit, would you? You might not understand much about business, but you realize that's bad for your image, right?"
Sienna looked at me, confused. She let Jackson start to pull her out the back door of the office.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked Jackson.
"Taking what she offered. There's no crime in that," Jackson said.
"She said 'no,' Jackson, and you're going to have to deal with that," I said. "You can't force her."
"Force her?" Jackson asked. "Like I forced her to come here and flirt with me, getting all handsy on camera. Just like I forced your sister to wear next to nothing. A woman who flaunts it wants it."
My fingers balled into tight fists. "That's the difference between us. I don't have my head so far up my ass that I don't understand the difference between casual flirting and begging for sex."
"Women beg me all the time. Your sister's outfit begged for it," Jackson said.
I lunged again and this time Kev did not stop me. Jackson let go of Sienna and she fell hard against a bookshelf. Hardcover books crashed to the floor as I slammed into Jackson.
He took one good punch to the gut. I underestimated the soft appearance of his lime colored Polo shirt. He was rock hard, but still lost his breath. Jackson came at me with a clumsy swing, and I ducked.
It was on.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Kya
"What are you doing?"
It was not hard to figure out where Fenton was. The luncheon was on hold while a crowd gathered outside a small side office.
I pushed past Sienna's camera crew and stood frozen in the doorway. Jackson had Fenton in a headlock as Fenton pounded at his mid-section. Jackson's face was red with pain and exertion, but he was not letting go. Neither man stopped when I cried out.
"Kev, do something," I said. I ran into the room but did not know how to approach the scuffling men.
"Like get punched in the face? No thanks," Kev said.
"Can't you stop them?" I asked Sienna.
She gave a pale smile. "What I should do is get the cameras rolling."
"Of course," I said. I jumped forward and grabbed Jackson's arm. He ignored my nails digging into his forearm until I almost drew blood.
Fenton stopped punching as soon as I drew near and held his hands out to the sides, palms open. "I'm done. I'm done with him."
Jackson released his neck and they shoved away from each other.
"What is going on?" I asked the room at large.
"You've never seen two guys fighting over a woman?" Sienna asked. She fluffed up her bleach blonde hair and pinched color back into her cheeks.
Jackson gave Sienna a smile, despite his shortness of breath. "Yeah, that's it. Sienna and I were having a little private time away from the cameras and your mad dog here busted in the door. Couldn't stand to see someone else with Sienna, I guess."
"You had your chance," Sienna told Fenton.
"Just jealousy," Jackson said.
I turned to Fenton, but all he said was, "Why are you here?"
"See, jealousy," Jackson said. "She's here to finish up our business about the power tool endorsement. He just can't stand another guy getting any attention."
Fenton lunged at Jackson again, but I stepped between them. "You were fighting over Sienna?" I asked.
Fenton said nothing, only clenched his jaw, so Jackson spoke up. "I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but Fenton here was yelling something about Sienna being his woman."
"That's not true," Kev said.
"Then, why did you two come here to talk to me?" Jackson asked.
Kev looked at Fenton and did not know what to say.
"Look, I hear you, but I believe that women can choose for themselves," Jackson said.
Fenton stepped around me, but Kev jumped in to help. "It's time to go, Fenton. It doesn't matter. They've got their story and that's it."
"I don't understand," I said, looking to Sienna.
She waved her camera crew in. "I'm used to men fighting over me, next time, I'll leave the door open, so we get it all," She vamped for the now-rolling cameras. "Doesn't matter what happened, I always come out on top."
Kev caught my arm and started to pull me and Fenton towards the back door. "Don't believe her. She'll say anything to make herself look good. Same with your pretty boy there."
I yanked my arm free. "Then, tell me what happened."
"We came to talk to Jackson about you, remind him to keep it strictly business. He had Sienna cornered in the room and was trying to make her go farther than she wanted," Kev said.
"But the door was closed and no one saw anything?" I asked. "So it’s your story versus theirs?" I grabbed both Fenton's arms and looked up into his face. He avoided my gaze, but did not pull away. "Tell me what happened."
He shrugged my hands off. "It doesn't matter. Let's get out of here."
"Fine," I said. "If it doesn't matter, then I'm going to stay and finish the business I have with Jackson."
"You can't be serious," Fenton said. "He's a slime ball, thinks he's untouchable. Is that who you're supposed to be with?"
"I'm not with Jackson McRay. It's just business." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but this whole situation feels a little unbalanced, wouldn't you say?"
Fenton glowered at me then turned back to Jackson. "I was just coming here to remind him it was just business, make sure he didn't cross any lines."
"Sienna, are you telling the truth? They were fighting over you?" I asked.
"Oooh, now who's jealous," she said and smiled at the nearest camera. She raised her right hand and pledged, "I swear they were fighting over me. Even Fenton's manager can't say that's a lie."
I looked at Kev who gave me a pained negative shake of his head. "Then, it sounds like you're the one that crossed the line," I said to Fenton.
"So you believe him? Of course, you do. It doesn't matter that underneath his perfect look he's rotten. He's a dirty predator that thinks the whole world is his to toy with and that includes Sienna and you. I'm warning you, Jackson, I've seen what you really are," Fenton said.
The head of the golf tournament elbowed his way into the office followed by five security guards. "Alright, Mr. Morris, you have disrupted us enough for one afternoon. Take them out."