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)
“Do you trust Ashtyn?” I dig.
She nibbles on her bottom lip for a second before she responds. “She’s been in their lives for a long time, but I know my husband. And”—she gives me a confident smile—“he would never do anything to hurt me.”
I don’t want to put thoughts in her head, but I also know how these whores work. “Let me share a little insight with you, Charlotte.” I step into her, and her smile drops. “Even though your husband isn’t currently sticking his dick inside her, that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t slide it in herself if he were to give her the chance.”
She reaches down and places her hand on her flat stomach, and I sigh. “You’re pregnant.” I should have known. That’s what the Lords do—knock up their Ladies as soon as they can. Of course Haidyn is no different. Guess I don’t know everything.
Charlotte smiles at me. “I am. Ashtyn was there for me when I needed someone. Plus, she’s been through a lot.”
“We all have,” I add. “That’s not an excuse to be a cunt.”
She places her hand on my shoulder. “I know they have a past, but I’m his wife. His future.”
I admire her level of trust. I wish I could have that with someone. Kashton might say he loves me and wants to marry me, but our future isn’t going to be the same as Haidyn and Charlotte’s. I’ll let him think he can heal me, but I know he can’t. You can’t undo as much damage as I have. Love isn’t the answer to everything in the real world.
We both stand silently, watching Ashtyn make her way up the grand staircase. She doesn’t see us until she reaches the platform. Ashtyn gives us both a big, fake fuck-you smile. Well, that’s how I see it. It may be more of a I hope you just didn’t see me trying to hug your husband like he’s my own.
“Hey, ladies,” she says. “Eve, right? I saw you at the reception.”
She tries to act like we didn’t sit at the same table that evening. I skip the small talk. “I’m here to see Saint. You know where he is?” I ask.
She glances from me to Charlotte then back to me, tilting her head to the side as if she’s not sure whether to believe me. She’s probably wondering why the fuck I’m here. Did I stay the night? Why would I want to talk to Saint when it’s clear I’m fucking Kashton?
After a long second, she finally answers. “If he’s not in the office, he’s down in the basement.” Swallowing nervously, she adds, “Need me to get him for you?”
I wave her off. “I’ll find him.” Give her a dose of her own medicine. Maybe I plan on sucking his dick under his desk, or maybe I plan on letting him fuck me in the elevator. Or maybe I want him to bend me over his desk so he can fuck my face while Kashton pounds my pussy from behind. Who knows? The choice is mine.
After a long second, she finally speaks. “Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”
I ignore her, but Charlotte smiles before Ashtyn disappears down the hallway and out of sight.
“It was good to see you, Eve. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.” With that, Charlotte goes the opposite way.
I take the grand staircase down to the first floor. Haidyn is placing his cell in his pocket. “Might want to rein that in,” I suggest in passing.
“Excuse me?”
I come to a stop and face him. He looks like he wants to ask me what the fuck I’m doing here, but he already knows—his brother.
My stare drops to his wedding band before I meet his eyes. “The woman you let hang on you who isn’t your wife.”
His eyes narrow on mine, knowing Ashtyn wasn’t hanging on him like I just accused him of. But the situation will at the very least put doubt in Charlotte’s mind. A woman can only tell herself there’s nothing there so many times before she stops believing it. And she knows about their past. That’ll make her doubt him faster than anything.
I don’t want to see them fail.
And I can’t stand for a woman who pushes boundaries when she’s aware he’s with someone who isn’t her.
“Never know who might be watching.” I remove my sunglasses from my hair and put them over my eyes. “Like your actual wife.” Then I turn and exit the Carnage doors as my cell vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to read the text.
We need to talk. My office downtown.
The message from my dad instantly ruins my mood. Can I just have one good day? I feel like that’s not too much to ask.
KASHTON
Lunch. I’ll be at your house to pick you up at noon.