“They call me Pie,” he says. “But you can call me Ash.”
“Hey, Ash. I’m Gwen.”
“Not Gwendolyn?” he asks with a smirk.
I cringe. “Absolutely not.”
My mother is not amused. “Gwendolyn is a beautiful name.”
“It’s a doctor’s wife's name,” Cora says dryly. “Not a biker’s.”
“I believe Prez is more interested in the person Gwen is than her name,” Ash says, making me smile.
“Whatever,” Cora huffs. “Why on earth do they call you Pie? Is it because you eat too many of them? I imagine that’s why you’re overweight.”
“Cora! Stop it. I’m sorry, Ash.”
He shrugs. Don’t worry about it. He uses his hands to grab a piece of ham off his plate and tears into it while appraising my sister. “My name is Ashford Wentworth the Third, of the Chicago Wentworths. Perhaps you’ve heard of me.”
“There’s no way,” Cora denies at once.
“Really?” my mother asks, with dollar signs in her eyes. I have no idea if Ash is telling the truth, but the Wentworths are billionaires. They are tech giants that are centered in Chicago but have offices all over the country.
“You’re lying,” Cora snaps.
“Not according to my birth certificate. I also got the name Pie from my love of eating pussy,” he says with a wink.
“Oh my God.”
Chip stands up immediately. “I think it’s time we leave.”
Ash looks over at Chip, shaking his head. “You don’t have to run off. There’s no need to feel intimidated. I wouldn’t touch your old lady even if I was told I’d have to eat her out just to save my life.”
I wince. “Um … Ash …”
“That said, dude. She’s supposed to be your woman. You must like her because you seem intent on fathering your own football team with her. That means she deserves better than some limp-dick asshole who keeps staring at her sister’s tits and salivating. Do better, fuckhead.”
Cora just stares at him, seemingly unable to say a word she’s so shocked. Eventually, she finds her voice when it’s clear Chip has nothing to say. In fact, Chip looks pale and is sitting back down. “I wouldn’t let you near me.”
“We both know you would, Cora. You’re just like every other uptight bitch I’ve ever known. You’d lift that fancy dress of yours the minute I ordered you to. You’re dying for a taste of the wild side.”
“I would not,” she huffs.
“Babe,” he says, shaking his head. “Go ahead and deny it, but you would. You’d even let your husband watch and get off on it.”
“I would not!” she practically screeches.
“Why are your nipples so hard they’re about to break through that dress you're wearing, then? You’re obviously turned on—or are they plastic like the rest of you?”
“Okay, I think it’s time we stop this. How about we all retire into the living room and let Ash finish eating?” I suggest, wanting to end this without further bloodshed.
“I think I’m ready to go home, and for your information, Mr. Wentworth—if that’s even your name—it’s cold in here and I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole.”
“That’s good because I don’t know what the hell is going on in your head, but what the hell are you doing to yourself? Youmight have a shit personality, but you’re damn pretty. You sure as hell don’t need to be pumping your body full of plastic and shit.”
I stand up with a sigh. “On that note, we’re going to call a truce, and check on the kids. Cora, let’s go, okay?” She nods, not looking away from Ash for a minute, but eventually lets me lead her away. From my peripheral vision, I see Pie look at Cora’s husband and shake his head. “Seriously, man, stop looking at Gwen’s ass. You’re ruining my dinner.” I feel Cora’s body jerk, letting me know she heard Ash. Then I hear Ash’s voice drop to a purr. “I can see where your girls got their good looks.”
“Oh God, shoot me now,” I whisper, as I hear my mother let out a little giggle.
