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)
Abbie is hot on my heels. “My god, Natasha, how in the hell does he know TC?”
I stop mid-step and turn. “That was Tunnel Cunt?” I fume.
She nods and winces. “I thought you knew.” She hunches her shoulders. “Mm, sorry.”
I bump into a girl coming out as I enter the ladies’ room. “Watch out where you’re going,” I snap.
“OK, sure thing, psycho,” she replies. I’m not even kidding when I say I could do some serious bitch-slapping tonight. TC…TC…TC…are you fucking kidding me?
“Abbie, how would he know her?” I’m fuming.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “But when I got there, I heard him telling her to get out of his fucking sight.”
“What! He said that? Just like that?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He said get out of my fucking sight. What a stupid mole.” She winces.
“He’s slept with her.”
“What, how do you know?” She looks horrified.
“Because she has seen his tattoo and she laughed when I told her my name is Natasha.”
Abbie fake punches her fist. “Let’s take her out.” I smile. That is such an Abbie thing to say. How is it that even in the most intense situations Abbie can make me laugh? I go to the loo, wash my hands and then lean up against the wall.
“I’m going to back-door it, Abbs. I can’t be with him tonight. It’s making me sick just thinking of him with her.”
“This is exactly what the silly mole wants,” she snarls.
“What?” I frown.
“She wants you to get the shits and then leave him here and then she will go in for the kill.”
“She can have him,” I snap. “I’m not settling anymore. He’s a player and you know what? I’ve played right into his hands. He’s used me for the last time. He promised me he wouldn’t sleep with anyone else. What a joke.” I turn and storm out of the bathroom and run straight into the brick wall that is Joshua Stanton.
15
Natasha
“We’re leaving,” he snaps as he grabs my hand. I snatch my hand out of his.
“Don’t touch me.” I scowl. He stops and frowns at me. I sigh and put both of my hands up in a stop signal.
“Just go home with blondie, Josh. We both know you’ve done it before.”
He drops his head and rests his hand on my hip. “Tash, don’t be like that.”
“You promised me, you asshole.” Oh no, those stupid tears are welling again. I bite my lip and look down to the ground. He grabs my hand once more and I snatch it away.
“I said don’t fucking touch me!” I yell. Okay, donkey on the edge. I’m coming very close to licking the windows here. This could be a scene from Fatal Attraction with yours truly starring as the serial killer. “Josh, I’m leaving. Have a nice night, actually life…it’s been nice knowing you.” I stomp to the front door with him hot on my heels. I glance across the room to catch Bridget’s and Adrian’s eyes and give them a wave as I disappear down the stairs and out the door. Outside I immediately lift my arm for a cab as I stomp toward the curb.
“What are you doing?” he snaps. “You’re acting totally irrational.”
“Irrational?!” I scream as I push him in the chest. “I said go away!” I yell. I really am going for an Oscar here but I’m too mad to care. The limo pulls up, he bends down, and in one fell swoop picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and pushes me into his limo. I get in and scowl as I shuffle to the other side to get away from him, but he scoots in after me.
“What’s fucking wrong with you?” he yells. I gesture that the driver can hear us, so he pushes the privacy screen button and it goes up slowly. He sits back in his seat and runs his pointer finger over his lips while resting his elbow on the door. I know he’s thinking. He runs both of his hands through his hair. He’s frustrated. Well, good, because I’m fuming. “If it’s not too much trouble, Natasha,” he sneers, “please tell me what the hell is the matter with you.”
“When did you sleep with her?” He frowns but doesn’t answer me. “Josh, you promised me.” And that is it, the pathetic dam bursts and I break into full-blown sobs.
“Promised what?” he says gently as he slides over to be near me and he wraps me in an embrace. “Sshh, precious, don’t cry. I can’t stand it, baby.” He kisses my forehead.
“You told me you wouldn’t be with anyone else,” I sob. “And yet you slept with her.” I sound pathetic but I can’t even pretend to act cool anymore, I don’t have it in me.
“Baby, I’m sorry, it was before I got back with you. I didn’t know what was going to happen between us.” I stay silent as I process his words, my chest racking with sobs. He runs his hand down over my hair. I shake my head. I’m an embarrassment to myself. I have absolutely no self-respect. I put my head down.