Free The Billionaires Love Curves Finale - a BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance by Cj Howard

losing several buttons in the process.
     
    “I knew she'd come crawling back to you, Horwood,” Cole had lost none of the fury from earlier. If anything he looked angrier that he had come all this way only to find them together.
     
    “Well, I'm done with your little whore, you can have the remains of the good times I managed to get out of her, for what they were worth.”
     
    Cole shot a look over at Lacey but at the same time, Nate, who had quickly reached boiling point, drew back his fist and hit Cole square in the jaw.
     
    The security guard rushed over to them to diffuse the situation only to get the backlash of a blow Cole wanted to direct at Nate. Cole charged into Nate, grabbing him around his middle and wrestling him to the ground. He knelt above Nate and landed a fist into Nate's cheek. Nate was quick enough to kick Cole off him and the guard was able to pull Cole away and push him towards the elevator.
     
    Nate got to his feet and rushed towards Cole again. The security guard had hold of Cole with one hand as Cole struggled to get free, and he then held out the other hand to try to stop Nate advancing on Cole.
     
    Both billionaires broke free of the guard and it was Nate who was able to deliver another strong blow to Cole and send him reeling into the elevator door. He came at him again, but Lacey screamed at him.
     
    “Nate, no! That's enough.” She rushed over, pulling at the engagement ring on her finger as she took confident strides to where Cole stood, red faced and breathing heavily. “Cole you've done enough damage. Here!” She threw the ring it landed between Cole and Nate's feet.
     
    “I don't want it,” Cole hissed. “And I don't want you either, you crazy bitch. You're a liar and a whore.”
     
    “Take that back, you bastard.” Nate shouted, ready with his fists.
     
    “Leave it, Nate,” Lacey implored. “He's just not worth it. He's a bitter man with a grudge big enough to ruin his own happiness.”
     
    Lacey pressed the elevator button. “Just go, Cole. Look at what you're doing with your life – stop wasting it away on this pathetic revenge.”
     
    The elevator doors opened. Cole stood staring at Lacey then turned his eyes to Nate.
     
    The security guard stepped up to him and Cole got into the elevator, followed by the guard.
     
    “I don't need your pity,” Cole said to Lacey.
     
    The doors began to close.
    “And you don't have it either,” she said.
    Lacey turned to Nate. “I'm sorry I came here like this. I didn't know what else to do.” She looked at the two members of hotel staff and they walked away.
     
    “It's all right, you did the right thing.” He placed his hand on her arm. “I'm sorry,” he said.
     
    “What do you mean?” Lacey asked.
     
    “I'm sorry for the way I treated you. If I could just have been open and honest, none of this would ever have happened. It would never have gotten this far.”
     
    “You thought you were doing the right thing.”
     
    “I wasn't smart enough to second guess Cole. I should have known what he'd do. I wish I could go back all those years and take back what I did to him. But it's too late and no matter what happens now, that man can never forgive me.”
     
    “There's no time for regrets,” Lacey said. “All we can do now is look to the future.”
     
    “And do we have one?” Nate asked.
     
    “I hope so,” Lacey replied.
     
    *
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Epilogue
     
    It was very close to Valentine's Day.
    The sun was bright and the sky was an unusually clear blue for a winter afternoon, more like summer the way the sun reflected off the water. Lunch that afternoon was a light salad and some cold meats washed down with a bottle of Prosecco.
     
    Lacey insisted on making a long, tall cocktail for both her and Nate so they could just sit and take in the peaceful warmth of the day. So they sat on their reclining deck chairs, cocktail glasses in hand, taking in the quiet