Chapter 30 #2
I almost snort at Jett’s reply, but like, go Imogen, just a little bit. Still angry with her, but like, you go. Preferably out the door, never to be seen again.
Ace doesn’t like that. “Don’t talk to my girl, and don’t you even think about tell—”
“About telling her what, wanker? That her sex life is never gonna get better, that poor Maddy cried on my shoulder after getting her off because Asshole Archer never did? Baby, how many orgasms did I give you Monday night in your room, across the hall from Mum and Dad?”
“Thirteen,” I say, cheeks pink with pride rather than embarrassment.
“More than Ace ever did in two years. We had a lot of fans and white noise going, kinda had to.” It feels so incredibly satisfying to see the flash of jealous, pathetic, incompetent rage across Ace’s face.
But then I see him forming a right hook.
“Jett,” I warn, but Ace is already swinging and Jett barely dodges in time.
“Oh, hell yeah, man, I was hoping you’d do that!” Jett slams his fist directly into Ace’s nose, but my favorite part is when Jett goes full sweep the leg on him, and Ace goes down. He lands on his tailbone with a wicked thud and a possible cracking sound muffled by his groans.
I think the best part may actually be the fact that Imogen doesn’t run over to ask him if he’s okay or anything. Or maybe, the part where he can’t seem to get right back up or defend himself.
“I’m sorry, Maddy,” Imogen says. “When we started rehearsals, he told me you’d broken up. I was stupid enough to believe him. He's a liar. Shit! I know that now.”
“Telling you that while literally showing me engagement rings? Ugh! God damn garbage human being! Is that really the kind of man you want to be with, Imogen?”
I hear a grunt from Ace, still not believing how well my sweet, emo boy immobilized him. “Imogen, call the fucking police!” She doesn’t even try reaching for her phone.
I guess Jett’s willing to hear her now. “I don’t see you calling the cops on me, so … what do you want, Imogen?”
“Ace isn’t pressing charges, and if he tried, you did that in self-defence, so…
” She shrugs. We sigh in relief. “I want to stick around, just until our play closes. Your HBO media circus will be priceless PR for our performances. I’ll make sure he doesn’t say a single word to you and is on his very best behaviour while you do press.
We play out our six-week run in the West End and then I’m gone. ”
Jett and I can’t help but do a slow clap on Imogen’s behalf.
“You wouldn’t use me like that. Why the hell would I let you?” Ace slowly starts to move.
“Because if you don’t follow that plan, I will go to all the media outlets and tell them what I caught you doing with your aunt.”
I gasp, and Jett does his big open laugh. “Holy fuck. Thanks, Imogen.”
My stomach twists. I liked his aunt. Eww.
Jett kisses my cheek and pockets all the rings and cufflinks I’m holding. “Any last words for Ace, darling? I think it’s time we get the bloody hell out of here.”
I’m not sure what comes over me, but I strut over to Ace and take one step onto his palm as he groans in pain. I don’t hear any cracking, so I take my other boot and stand on his other hand. “You don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve Imogen. You don’t even deserve auntie Sarah, you pathetic prick!”
Emboldened by the bare cunt hovering over the man who never deserved it, I pull some sort of cough-kegel combo. The last of Jett’s cum swirls down and splatters right on Ace’s jaw and neck. “There’s a taste of what I do deserve. Goodbye.”
Imogen gasps, and Jett’s jaw drops as he takes my hand and pulls me out of the room.
Our server hands us a bag with the wine we chose and our boxed-up dinner we didn’t get to eat, and Jett makes a stunned, speechless sound, looking at me.
He leans into my ear as he leads me out of the bistro.
“Now that’s what I call serving cunt! I can’t believe you just did that, Baby.
Very Cherry of you, darling. Fucking Matilda Morningstar, badarse bitch! ”
I can’t believe I just did that, either.
He opens his mouth to say more as we walk out into the cool night air, but we are definitely not alone.
Apparently, photographers knew that exes Ace and Maddy were having romantic dinners in the same restaurant before we did, and they are everywhere.
There are multiple Jett fangirls out here, too, and I can’t help but hear one express her distaste for my existence.
Another sneers, wondering aloud why Jett would want Ace’s sloppy seconds.
Jett doesn’t hear and he looks so thrilled that I don’t mention it.
Jett’s driver hops out to pull us through the crowd, but he just grins and hands him the takeout. “Thanks, be right there.”
I whisper, “Jett, what are you doing?”
“We look good as fuck, Baby, let’s give ‘em a quick shoot!”