Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Eve—”
I hang up on him and get off the bed. Storming out of our suite, I go to her door and knock on it. I’ll go to the source.
“Hey. Need something?” Ashtyn asks.
Stepping inside the room, I slam the door shut behind me. “Charlotte is a better person than I am.”
She’s got a fake smile plastered on her face and flutters her lashes at me. “What do you mean?”
I step into her, and it starts to waver. “You may be pregnant, but your face isn’t, and I will knock your teeth out of your fucking mouth.”
The smile disappears, and her face goes white. “What…?” She gasps, her hand on her chest. “Why do you hate me so much? Is it because I’ve slept with Kashton?”
This bitch! She wanted me to know that information. As if I didn’t already know she was their whore. Made it sound innocent but wanted to make sure I was aware that she was part of his past.
I want to laugh in her face, but she wouldn’t understand why I find that funny. I’m not the least bit jealous of Ashtyn. I believe Kashton when he said it was nothing. What pisses me off is how she blatantly disrespects Charlotte. “Honey, Kash took what Saint offered him. I let him take whatever he wants. We’re not the same.”
Her eyes narrow on me, and I can’t fight back the smile. There it is. The jealousy that I know is there. The very thing Charlotte says doesn’t exist. She feels sorry for Ashtyn. I fucking don’t.
Ashtyn wants to belong to all of them. She wants to be theirs, but it’s just not happening. They’re each moving on, and it’s killing her. She’s not the center of their world anymore. Pity.
She doesn’t need sympathy. The bitch needs to be humbled.
“I’m not sure what point you’re trying to make, but I assure you, Charlotte couldn’t care less.” Ashtyn squares her shoulders at my words. “You have a husband. So if you need a dick to suck, beg him for it.” I give her my back and slam her door shut, done with this conversation.
I’m not sure what it will accomplish. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted her to know I see what she’s doing. How she’s throwing herself at men who aren’t hers. Or how she wants Charlotte to doubt Haidyn. Either way, I feel better.
“Everything okay?” A sleepy-looking Charlotte opens her door before I enter mine, hearing the commotion.
“Yeah.” I give her a reassuring smile.
Her eyes go to Saint and Ashtyn’s door, then back to mine just as Muffin darts out of her room between her feet. She brought her cat with her. The thing is spoiled rotten, and I love it.
“Hey, pretty kitty.” I pick her up and scratch her neck, making her purr. “What kind of cat is she?” I ask, already knowing. I just want to distract her from the conversation I had with Ashtyn. I know Charlotte has doubts in her mind, but she tries to convince herself there’s nothing there. And I believe there isn’t…for Haidyn.
“She’s a Persian.”
“She’s beautiful.” I set the cat down, and she runs back into the room.
Just then a doorbell rings throughout the suite. Charlotte frowns at me, and I shrug. The door to Ashtyn’s bedroom opens, and she tosses her hair over her shoulder, making her way to the front double doors. Opening one, a woman with red hair enters, holding two bottles of tequila.
I know exactly who she is and why she’s here. Thankfully, she has no clue who I am.
“Who wants to drink ourselves into a coma?” she asks with a bright smile.
Ashtyn laughs, closing the door behind her. Then she looks from me to Charlotte. “Well, we’re all pregnant, so you’ll be drinking alone.”
I feel a pain in my chest at Ashtyn’s words, but I plaster a smile on my face. “I’m not. I’ll have a few with you.” If Ashtyn is trying to force me to hide in my room, it’s not going to happen.
“Perfect.” The redhead sets the bottles on the bar top and grabs two glasses.
I feel Ashtyn’s eyes on me, but I ignore her. I know this is another way of her throwing something in my face. It just proves that I can’t trust her and my gut instinct to hate her is correct.
“I’m going to call it a night.” Charlotte yawns. Honestly, I don’t know how she’s still standing.
“Good night,” Ashtyn sings to her, and I want to deliver the threat of knocking her teeth out. She’s got an audience, so she’s going to be even more insufferable than usual.
I’ll have a few drinks. Then I’m going to shower and pass out.
The redhead sits at the bar, pouring me a drink. Her cell sits by her glass when it starts to ring. She quickly ignores the call and turns it over. Giving me a big smile, she taps her glass to mine. “Cheers.”