Chapter 14 #2
“Watch out,” I snap.
“Well, don’t stop on the stairs, stupid.”
Mmm, good point. I walk to the bottom of the stairs and continue reading.
Layaway Name: Beautiful Slut
Layaway Number: 69
Item Purchased: Lamborghini
Pickup time: 1:00 a.m: Don’t be late!
I smile and continue to the dance floor to join the girls and Adrian.
Two hours later, I’m feeling very woozy on my legs when my favorite song comes on. It’s a track by Jason Derulo called ‘Talk Dirty to Me”. I pull out my phone, smiling, and text Joshua:
Talk Dirty to Me
I smile as I put my phone away. OK, let’s see what he’s got.
My phone beeps immediately.
Keep thinking those dirty thoughts, precious. I want that beautiful tight cunt nice and creamy when I suck on it later.
Holy fuck. He’s good at talking dirty; that’s absolutely filthy. I smile again. What in the hell am I doing? I am so out of my league here. I text back a lame reply:
It’s working, I like it.
My phone beeps immediately.
You will swallow.
Christ, um, what will I write?
Yes.
It beeps again:
It wasn’t a question.
OK, it’s official. He’s the hottest man on the planet and I find myself feeling rather overheated by his texts. My phone beeps again.
How loud are you going to scream when you come on my face with your knees on my pillow?
Shit, OK. That’s dirty. I look around, feeling quite embarrassed and flushed. I just know I am going to get some awesome sex tonight. I could come just by reading his texts. My phone beeps again:
Do you have any idea how hard you are going to cop it tonight?
I smile and shake my head, good god…hard I hope. I text back:
OK you win, I’m gagging. Pickup time is now. I will be up in a minute.
A few more tracks later I turn to find Adrian with another round of margaritas so, of course, I have to drink.
I wouldn’t want to waste a perfect margarita; that would be blasphemy.
Needless to say, I don’t go to find Joshua for about another forty minutes.
Adrian and I head toward the stairs together.
“Josh has just texted me,” he says, smiling. “I have to take you out to the limo first and he will follow a few minutes later. It will be here in twenty minutes.” I frown, not understanding why. “He just doesn’t want you two to be photographed together.”
“Oh.” I nod. “OK, that makes sense.” I smile. When we get to the top of the stairs Adrian takes my hand to lead me through the crowd and I follow, not paying any attention. He suddenly stops and I run into his back.
“Let’s get a drink,” he says nervously and pulls me toward the bar, huh, why? I look over my shoulder at Joshua and see him talking to a blonde. He’s got his hands in his pockets and he’s scowling at her.
“Who is Joshua talking to?” I ask Adrian.
He starts to fidget in his pockets, looking for money.
“Um, not sure,” he murmurs without making eye contact with me.
He’s lying and I don’t have to be a psychologist to know that.
I look back over toward Joshua and the blonde and I see him mouth the words “Go away.” Huh, he knows that girl—I can tell by the way he’s annoyed with her.
That wasn’t a casual brushoff. I go to walk toward them, and Adrian pulls me back by the hand.
“Hey, stay here.” He smiles as he pulls his arm around my shoulder.
I look back over my shoulder and she is still talking to him.
Actually, she looks…familiar. Where in the hell do I know her from?
I hope she’s not an ex-patient. Abbie and Bridget come back up the stairs and head straight over to the meeting spot.
I see Abbie’s back straighten when she sees the girl and her hand goes onto her hip…
huh. She barrels straight over to Joshua and I can see him shuffle on his feet, he’s nervous…
he’s hiding something. I wish I couldn’t read body language so well…
it’s really annoying. I pull out of Adrian’s grip, which I now know for sure is so I don’t interrupt Josh, asshole, and head over toward them.
Abbie is saying something to her, and I can tell by the way Abbie is talking that she is mad.
What in the world is going on? Am I missing something?
When I get to them Joshua immediately links our hands and, without making eye contact, whispers into my ear.
“We’re leaving.” Huh? He turns his back on the girl and gestures for me to walk in front of him. Hang on a minute—how exactly does he know this girl? I pull my hand out of his grip.
“Who is that woman?” I ask.
“Nobody,” he answers way too fast.
“Joshua, don’t lie to me,” I snap. She pushes around in front of Joshua and I see him make eye contact with his bodyguards and nod. This is ridiculous. What in the hell is happening here? She puts her hand out to shake my hand and I take it out of habit of good manners.
“Hello,” she purrs. I frown. “Hello.”
“And you are?” she asks as she raises her eyebrows.
“Leaving,” Joshua snaps as he steps in between us.
He grabs my hand and twists me so I am standing behind him.
It’s a defensive stance and I know that he thinks she is a threat…
to what I don’t know. The bodyguards come and stand over her, asking in silence for her to leave.
I pull out of his grip and walk back around him. What is his problem?
“Natasha, my name is Natasha,” I say.
She looks at Joshua and bubbles up a giggle.
“You’ve got to be kidding. Her name is Natasha; she’s Natasha.
” The blood drains out of my face as realization sets in.
Oh fuck, she has seen his tattoo. This woman has slept with him.
He grabs my hand again and I snatch it out of his and walk off to the bathroom.
OK, I’m fuming. So, he hasn’t stuck to the deal, as if he would. Who was I kidding?
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.