Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Can I help you?” I say to Shakira, who is staring at me, arms crossed, scowl on her face.
“I just want to know why she kept you on. Maybe you two are a thing, it’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“Maybe we are.” I grin. “I’m not fussy, if it gives me an orgasm I’ll take it, you know what I mean?”
Shakira gasps and Esmerelda mutters something.
“You’re trash. I don’t know why they let you come back in here.”
“How’s the eyebrows? Whoever tattooed those babies on didn’t do a great job. You look like the female version of Eugene Levy.”
Esmerelda wheezes, trying to stop herself from laughing. She wasn’t at the beach house, so she got away with her eyebrows intact.
The fact is, Shakira’s brows look fantastic, you’d never know they were shaved off, but I’m not about to tell her that. No, it’s way too entertaining watching her face go a dark shade of red. She steps forward and just tips her glass of red wine over me. I gasp, leaping backward, horrified.
“You’re a fucking bitch,” she seethes.
I stare down at my gorgeous white dress. I got this myself for the event, I paid good money for it, I worked hard and saved to have something nice, and this bitch just went ahead and ruined it. She can go buy another dress, a million eyebrows and a thousand things, I can’t. I take pride in what I own. I’m done, done with her walking all over me.
I see red.
I lose it so hard.
I take a step toward her, my hand going up to her hair where I take a solid handful. She screams and I pull, I pull with all of my might, forcing her to follow me as I drag her down toward the water. She’s smaller than me, but I have that fantastic athletic build that makes me stronger than most. Because I’ve got a fistful of her hair, she has no choice but to move when I do.
I lead her right to the lake, she’s screaming and yelling, clawing at my arm. Everyone has stopped to watch in horror as I get nearer to the water. When I reach it, I let her go. She is standing with her back to the lake, facing me. Her hair is a mess and her face is red. “What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you? You fucking bitch. I’m going to ...”
I shove her chest.
Just one little shove.
Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, and her arms flail as she falls backward, right into the water. She lands with a splash and comes up with a scream so loud two men come rushing down to fish her out. I stand and watch with a sardonic smile as her perfect hair, her made up face, and her expensive dress is all ruined. She’s screeching as she is put on her feet and her eyes zone in on me. “You’ll pay for this. You’ll pay.”
“Can’t wait. Enjoy your afternoon.” I give her a grin and then turn and walk back up to Star.
Everyone is staring at me.
Every single person.
I just keep my smile and push Star back up toward the building.
That’ll teach her for messing with me.
I don’t go down without a fight.
20
“I can’t believe you did that,” Delilah says, handing me a spare dress to put on. “That was, without a doubt, the most intense thing I’ve ever seen. How the hell did you drag her like that? It looked like she weighed nothing.”
I shrug. “She wasn’t going to let me ruin her hair, so she kind of just ran along when I pulled her.”
“The way you pushed her into that water.” Delilah giggles. “I have never seen anything so funny in all my life.”
“Delilah.”
We look over to see her mother and father standing at the entrance to the room we came into to clean up. They look pissed off, her mother, dressed up so very perfectly, glares at me. Her father just watches me, his eyes narrowed, scanning over my face. I don’t like the way he looks at me, it brings a chill right down my spine.
“Mother,” Delilah says, “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it. Shakira started that and has been tormenting Maggie ever since she got here.”
“A word in private.”
Delilah sighs and stands. “I’ll be right back.”
She disappears with her mother outside and it’s only then that I realize I’m alone with her father. He walks in, hands behind his back, watching me. My heart races, and I’m suddenly very, very aware that I’m alone with a man who could potentially be very dangerous.
“That was quite the scene you created out there,” he murmurs, walking past Star in her stroller and looking down at her like he’s embarrassed they’re related.