I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Twenty Seven

Denzel was never the one to condone violence in the business realm, nor in any other realm. When it came to the situation with Andrew though, he had prepared himself to use some more violent tactics to get what he wanted.

He knew that the proof of his confession was something that he could use against him.

Of course, Denzel was aware of what got held over Billie and how there was always a risk of Andrew sending her to jail but he was also aware of the fact that he wouldn't gain anything from doing that at the moment. Because she wanted a divorce and he was ready to do anything to make her stay with him, getting her into a jail cell wouldn't help the situation.

Andrew had created a mess for himself, but he wasn't the only one.

When Matthew entered Billie's hospital room, he got met with the view of her sitting up and reading a book. Despite the noise that his arrival had made, she wasn't responsive.

"We need to talk."

As he walked towards her, his brows furrowed at her ignorance. Instead of responding, she turned over a chapter.

"Hello?"

In one quick motion, he grabbed the book from her lap and threw it across the room before turning back to her, "Where the fuck did you even get that?"

Billie crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the wall.

"Listen, here," he leaned down to her level and gripped the headrest of the bed for support. "You need to demand them to let you get an abortion."

"Do you think you could get me a magazine? I really want to look at some maternity clothing."

"Do not test my fucking patience."

"What?" she finally looked over at him. "Did you get scared from a pregnant woman? You surely did seem like you're ready to be a father when you finished in me countless of times."

"We both know that if you keep it, it will cause problems for the both of us."

"Umm," she looked up at the ceiling, with a fake smile. "No, not really. In fact I think I should keep it so when it arrives, I could do a DNA test and then show it to Katherine. That would be the little cherry on top that your marriage so desperately needs. If it wasn't so boring, I don't think you would have so many rape allegations to your name."

Prior to any forethought, he raised his hand and slapped her across her face.

Instead of her usual reaction, she chuckled before smiling teasingly, "Mmm, do that again. It's turning me on."

Billie knew that her sarcastic and unbothered attitude was allowing her to get under his skin and she loved it.

Truthfully, she didn't want the baby herself and she knew that it was only a matter of time before her pregnancy would fail because of the physical state that she was in.

He gripped her neck and smashed her back against the metal headrest, "I think you've forgotten about that video of you killing that fucking junkie."

"You don't have it, only Andrew does," her voice was just above a whisper. "And he's smart enough to know that going to the police with it right now wouldn't benefit him. You aren't though."

"I'll fucking kill you," he gritted through his teeth.

"Do it, then. I don't have anything to lose here," her eyes moved behind him. "Well, except that book that you just tossed."

She didn't break eye contact with his dark stare as she waited for him to say something.

"If I remember correctly, a couple of days ago you were screaming out of fear for me to leave you alone. Has the paranoia disappeared?"