She gets into Rica’s face. “Listen here, you little brat, eat the fucking cake or your party is over.”
Yeah, fuck no. I’m putting a stop to this.
Julia stands back up, fake smile slipping back into place. “Sadly, there’s not enough for everyone, so the cake is just for Rica.”
All the kids’ shoulders slump.What kind of game is she playing?
“Just kidding,” I laugh. “She’s only joking. Don’t worry everyone, it’s just a funny joke. The real cake is coming. We just need some big strong men to help bring it out.”
All the kids cheer. I take the sad grocery store looking cake off the table and shoot Julia a look. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing at, but fuck off,” I whisper to her as I take the shitty cake and storm toward the clubhouse.
Not wanting to waste it, I decided to put it in the kitchen.
I’m halfway inside, fuming at the stupid stunt Julia just pulled when I hear her calling after me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she screams as she gets closer.
I stop and turn around to face her. “Me? What the fuck do you thinkyou’redoing? You knew Ian was making the cake. You fucking saw him working on it all fucking morning. Then you pull up with this cheap bullshit cake? Why?”
“It’s not cheap,” she hisses. “I made it myself for my daughter.”
I raise a brow. “Really? Do you have some sort of memory loss or something? You do know her name is Erica and she’s six right?”
“Of course I fucking do. I’m not stupid.”
“Wanna try that again?” I grin. “Becuase this cake says ‘Happy 50th Anniversary Gretta and Jim.’ You went to a store and grabbed whatever cake was available. You're full of shit.”
Her nostrils flare. “Give me the cake,” she demands.
“No.”
“I paid for it. It’s mine.” She yanks it from my arms. The cake slips and falls all over her. Julia screams, staring down at her dress. “It’s ruined!”
“Huh.” I look her over, grinning like a fool. “So it is.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” she growls. I don’t get a chance to react before she’s launching herself at me.
My eyes go wide as I’m tackled to the ground. “Get the fuck off me, you crazy bitch!” I shout as she starts to claw at my face and pull at my hair.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!”
“Feeling is mutual, bitch!” I manage to punch her in the face. She cries out, rolling to her side.
I roll on top of her and get a few more punches in. “You’re fucking pathetic,” I snarl, grabbing her wrists as she tries to hit me again, pining them over her head. She bucks, trying to get free, but I’m stronger. “And jealous. Totally fucking delusional. Why don’t you pay more attention to your daughter and stop trying to take what's not yours? The longing looks and bad flirting is just sad at this point.”
“They are mine.” She spits in my face.Gross.“Soon they will see you’re just some sad little washed up Omega and leave you for a real woman.”
I snort. “Honey, they don’t want their dad’s sloppy seconds.”
“Yeah?” She gives me a smug grin. “I bet Will would tell you otherwise. He loved just how sloppy my pussy could get.”
My stomach turns. No. She’s just saying this to piss me off. Will would never have done anything with her. He hates her. They all do.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. He never minded sharing with his daddy before.”
“Fuck you,” I seeth, grabbing a handful of the cake that's on the ground, dirty and covered in grass. “And shut the fuck up with your bullshit lies.” I shove the cake into her mouth, holding my hand there as she gags and chokes.
“Woah there, Joyrider.” Nick’s gruff voice sounds as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me off the stupid bitch on the ground.
