True Love Waits novel Chapter 688

Wesley wasn't worried when Cameron threatened to call the police. He pulled his cap lower and lit a cigarette. Leaning on the car, playing with his lighter, he began, "You're the assistant general manager of Width Group. You're 32 now. Three years ago you came to this city and rose to that position rather quickly. I wonder why? Bribery? Corruption? Money laundering?"

The soldier shocked Cameron with this line of questioning. Cameron stared at Wesley warily. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is you touched my woman!" He grabbed Cameron's arm, which had been wrapped around Blair's waist, and forced it onto the hood of the car. Then, he put his cigarette out on the man's trapped limb. He held it there long enough that the smell of cooked meat reached their nostrils.

"Argh!" Cameron screamed. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, ran down his face. "Who-who are you?" he stammered.

"Listen up. I'm Blair's husband. You mess with her again and I'll make sure you'll not only lose your job, but they'll kick you out of the country. Try me," Wesley warned.

He threw the cigarette butt into the trash bin, put the lighter back into his pocket, hopped onto the motorcycle and drove off.

When he reached the assembly place, the soldiers were already waiting for him in orderly lines.

The site was below a footbridge. The other soldiers' involvement was minimal, so it wasn't a big deal if other people saw them. Wesley, on the other hand, was in command.

So he was in plain clothes. A uniform would have outed him.

"Ten-hut!" he ordered, his voice traveling to the footbridge.

By sheer coincidence, Blair was walking along the bridge, trying to feel better. When she heard his voice, she looked in the direction it came from. All she saw were soldiers, and a man in a cap. Was that her Wesley?

When he spoke again, she was sure it was him!

To be safe, he couldn't stay there long, so after giving his orders, he asked, "Anything else?"

"Me! I have a question!" a silvery voice suddenly said from the footbridge.

Some soldiers couldn't help but turn around to look. In the bright lamp light, a woman shouted, "You! Yeah you! Do you have a girlfriend? I'm free! Any takers?"

Wesley's mouth twitched with anger.

Two sips. That was all it took to get Blair drunk on Night Temptation. She'd had two glasses of liquor at dinner, and she was still a little tipsy. Then she said something she'd never say sober. "I want to get married. Anyone? You don't need to be rich."

Hearing this, half of the soldiers were looking her way now.

She continued in a soft, sweet voice, "I just need a man. Any man. Anyone want to be my boyfriend?"

Everyone was looking at her. Wesley, whose face had turned red with rage by now, was totally forgotten.

A soldier said quietly to her, "Don't be a tease. Go home." Then the soldiers began discussing it among themselves.

"She's so pretty."

"What if she likes more than one of us?"

"What if two or more men like her? How does she decide between us? Do we fight for her?" "How could she handle that?"

"She looks familiar."

"Get over it. You think every pretty girl looks the same."

Just then, "Ten-hut!" Wesley thundered.