A low disbelieving gasp left Macy at the unexpected slap. Instinctively, her hand came up to cup her cheek. It stung badly.
Annette’s green eyes flashed with malicious enjoyment. “Don’t you ever dare to disrespect me again. I’m Graeme’s fiancée! I have every right to throw that brat out of here.”
Macy lowered her hand. “You’re not Mr. Kincaid’s fiancée.” She said, finding perverse glee in the fury that burned in the woman’s eyes. “He said so himself just yesterday, or did you conveniently forget?”
“Disgusting, filthy plebian.” Annette hissed, and slapped Macy swiftly yet again. “You have no f*****g right to say that! Graeme didn’t mean it!”
“You stupid b***h–” Macy swore, seeing red for a full minute. She was about to return the favor to Annette when someone stepped forward, inserting
