I chuckle. “Yeah. You obviously needed it.” The pregnancy is draining her in more ways than one.
We get back to the living room of the suite, and I notice Ashtyn has a little more pep in her step than usual.
I’m exhausted and Charlotte can barely keep her eyes open. “Good night, girls,” Charlotte says through a yawn before disappearing into her room.
I enter our room and plop down on the bed. I pull up Kashton’s contact on my cell and press Call. He answers immediately.
“Hey, angel.” I ignore the way my heart flutters at the nickname. “We’re about to head back to Kingdom?—”
“DoesTitanicmean anything to you?” I interrupt him.
He’s silent, and I wonder if he’s stepping away from the guys. “Titanic?” he finally asks, but this time he’s lowered his voice, only proving my suspicions.
“Yeah. The movie. Does it mean anything to you?” For three hours, I sat there trying to figure out what the fuck she meant by herfavorite part. She wanted Charlotte and me to know that for a reason. Even though Charlotte had already passed out.
“No.”
“Think the first thing that comes to mind when I say it.Titanic. Movie. Jack and Rose. Cherry sucker,” I rattle off, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling.
He’s silent long enough that my pulse begins to race. I sit up and clench the cell in my head. “What does it mean to you, Kash?”
“The movie means nothing to me,” he whispers. “It’s nothing.”
It’s the same thing he said when I asked if I should be jealous that he’s slept with Ashtyn. He’s lying to me. “What does it mean to Ashtyn?” I reword the question.
“Everett.” He sighs, and I know I’m not wrong.
I’ve never had a boyfriend—or even been in a relationship, for that matter—but I imagine if I ever did, I’d be the girl who would need to know everything he did with the girl before me. And although Ashtyn wasn’t his girlfriend, she was in his life. Probably more than a typical girlfriend would be. Her twin brother was their best friend. They were all inseparable, and I need to know what significance this fucking movie holds for her. And why was she shoving it in my face? I’m no threat to her. I don’t want her husband, and neither does Charlotte.
His refusal to answer tells me all I need to know. “Good night, Kash.”
“Eve—”
I hang up on him and get off the bed. Storming out of our suite, I go to her door and knock on it. I’ll go to the source.
“Hey. Need something?” Ashtyn asks.
Stepping inside the room, I slam the door shut behind me. “Charlotte is a better person than I am.”
She’s got a fake smile plastered on her face and flutters her lashes at me. “What do you mean?”
I step into her, and it starts to waver. “You may be pregnant, but your face isn’t, and I will knock your teeth out of your fucking mouth.”
The smile disappears, and her face goes white. “What…?” She gasps, her hand on her chest. “Why do you hate me so much? Is it because I’ve slept with Kashton?”
This bitch!She wanted me to know that information. As if I didn’t already know she was their whore. Made it sound innocent but wanted to make sure I was aware that she was part of his past.
I want to laugh in her face, but she wouldn’t understand why I find that funny. I’m not the least bit jealous of Ashtyn. I believe Kashton when he said it was nothing. What pisses me off is how she blatantly disrespects Charlotte. “Honey, Kash took what Saint offered him. I let him take whatever he wants. We’re not the same.”
Her eyes narrow on me, and I can’t fight back the smile. There it is. The jealousy that I know is there. The very thing Charlotte says doesn’t exist. She feels sorry for Ashtyn. I fucking don’t.
Ashtyn wants to belong to all of them. She wants to be theirs, but it’s just not happening. They’re each moving on, and it’s killing her. She’s not the center of their world anymore. Pity.
She doesn’t need sympathy. The bitch needs to be humbled.
“I’m not sure what point you’re trying to make, but I assure you, Charlotte couldn’t care less.” Ashtyn squares her shoulders at my words. “Youhave a husband. So if you need a dick to suck, beg him for it.” I give her my back and slam her door shut, done with this conversation.
I’m not sure what it will accomplish. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted her to know I see what she’s doing. How she’s throwing herself at men who aren’t hers. Or how she wants Charlotte to doubt Haidyn. Either way, I feel better.
