Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“You’re not to hang out with her, I told you that.” I stop and turn. That’s it. My blood has boiled. Who in the hell does this guy think he is? Master of the universe? I will not take one more fucking minute of his shit. I storm back to where he is standing and push him hard in the chest. “What is your problem?” I yell, and he staggers back.
“You are, actually!” he yells back.
I scowl. “Who in the fuck are you, and what have you done with my Josh?” I scream.
He comes up really close to my face and yells. “He isn’t your Josh.”
“No, I know he isn’t. This version is a giant, aggressive, stripper-groping prick who I can’t stand the sight of.” Everyone falls silent.
“Burned,” Will giggles. Josh and I both look at him and yell, “Shut up,” in perfect timing.
“Stripper-groping,” he repeats. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Natasha, leave it.” Bridget steps in. “Let’s go.” She can see this is about to get ugly, really ugly.
“I mean, asshole,” I scream in his face, “I was at the strip club last week, and I saw your little display with the blond. How was the threesome?”
He narrows his eyes and steps back as he weighs up my words. “What, are you spying on me now?” he sneers.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I scream. “It seems to me you are spying on me. What’s with the nightclub caveman act, Josh? Why in the hell did you hit Todd like that?”
He stops still and stays deathly silent.
“Todd, is it?” he sneers. I don’t answer. OK, that was the wrong thing to say.
“So, Todd is the poor bastard you’re currently fucking, is he? I thought as much.”
Cameron steps in, “Josh, just go home. You’re being a dick.”
“Fuck off, Cameron. I’m talking to Natasha—this is a private conversation.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm.
He leans into my face. “You can go and tell your little friend Todd that if I see him again, I’m going to beat the living shit out of him. I hope you were worth it.”
“Fuck off, Josh, I’m not seeing him. You’re acting crazy. I’ve a good mind to get you admitted.”
He fumes. “Oh yes, I bet your little fuck buddy from work would love that too.”
“What, so I’m fucking everybody in Sydney now am I? You idiot,” I yell.
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he yells and, that’s it, I snap. That is the last straw—I no longer have any control. I slap him hard across the face, the sound echoing back as it hits the buildings on either side of us. He grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me, his fury erupting as mine has. The others quickly step in and break us up, pushing us apart. I glare at him and he glares at me.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” I yell.
He folds his arms. “Now, who’s flattering themselves, you couldn’t pay me enough to touch you.”
I don’t know why I’m shocked he just said that, but I am.
I shake my head at him. “Nice, Josh, nice. You must be so proud of the person you’ve turned into. You were a lot nicer when you were poor. What a mean, pretentious prick you’ve turned into.” I turn and storm off. In the distance I can hear Cam and Will giving Josh a hard time about what he has said to me.
The girls quickly catch up and we join the cab line. We hear Cam yell out, “Sorry, girls,” as they get into the back of a limo waiting outside the arena for them. It drives off. We all stay silent for a few minutes.
“That went well.” Abbie smiles. “Isn’t it a shame he can talk—he’s so pretty with his mouth closed.”
We all burst out laughing.
“Seriously, Abbs, I love you.”
I smile. I’m warm and crumpled and sleepy, my eyes refusing to open. Why is she so frigging early? My doorbell buzzes again. “Go away, I’m too tired,” I mumble into my pillow.
BUZZZ BUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ BZ, BZ, BZ, BZ, BZ. It’s still pitch black in my bedroom—those expensive drapes were worth every cent. It buzzes again. For Pete’s sake. Alright. I pull my weary ass out of bed and stagger to the foyer. I hit the door button to unlock my front door as I head to the bathroom for my morning wee. I hear Bridget come in and I instantly yell to her.
“Why are you up so early? Did you wet the bed? Make me some coffee, bitch, and you can forget it. I’m not going to Mum and Dad’s this morning.” I look at my watch on the bathroom vanity. “Bridget, it’s only 7:30 a.m. Have you gone frigging mad?” I know why she’s here so early. She thinks I’m a donkey on the edge and, to be honest, she could be onto something. I feel scattered.