Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Twenty One.

I stood in the elevator, on my way up from the laundry room from getting some towels for Justin. The elevator doors opened and I heard some commotion coming from the lobby, a familiar voice shouting. I stepped out of the elevator and found Mr Smith and Randy arguing.

Randy.

My mouth went dry as I walked towards them.

What was he doing here?

His eyes found me and his jaw clenched. He slowly walked up to me.

My heart began to pound and my feet froze in place.

This was it. I was going to be humiliated and killed in front of everyone that was watching this at this moment.

Randy had a bandage wrapped around his head and a band-aid on his cheek where I remembered scratching him.

He didn't look happy and I didn't expect him to.

"Dileah." He smiled coldly at me. "Nice seeing you again."

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Sir, security's on their way. I would advise you to leave now." Mr Smith said to Randy.

Randy didn't even pay attention. He just stared at me coldly.

"Look what you did to me, you bitch." He hissed through his teeth as he glared at me.

I couldn't speak.

"Look!" He raised his voice and I jumped.

"Oh hey, you must be Randy. I've heard a lot about you." It was Justin. When he got here? I had no idea but he stood next to me, in a suit, his hand out to shake Randy's and a small smile on his face, a smile that didn't even reach his eyes.

Randy looked Justin up and down.

"Who the hell are you?" Randy said.

"A friend of Dileah's." Justin answered calmly.

Randy chuckled then looked at me.

"So I was right. You were fucking around." He said.

"Insecure, aren't we?" Justin mocked Randy.

Randy was getting angrier.

"You stay the hell out of this." Randy said.

Justin chuckled.

"I would but Dileah's my friend and you hurt her. Things happen to people who hurt the ones I care about. Randy, is it?"

He cares!

Randy glared at Justin.

"Don't make me hurt you, pretty boy." Randy threatened.

"You could do that?" Justin faked surprise. "Wow. I thought you limited yourself to hitting people who are weaker than you, like women."

Randy grabbed Justin by his collar.

I heard "ooh's" and "ahh's" coming from the hotel guests and staff who were watching.

Justin chuckled.

Lewis walked in from heaven knows where.

"Randy, this is a $5000 suit, made in Italy with the finest fabric. I'd get my dirty hands off it if I were you. You're not handling it delicately." Justin said calmly.

Was he nuts? In the midst of it all, he was worried about his suit?!

"You think I care about your stupid suit?" Randy hissed.

Lewis intervened and managed to get Randy off of Justin. He held Randy's hands behind his back.

Justin fixed himself.