“Everything okay?” A sleepy-looking Charlotte opens her door before I enter mine, hearing the commotion.
“Yeah.” I give her a reassuring smile.
Her eyes go to Saint and Ashtyn’s door, then back to mine just as Muffin darts out of her room between her feet. She brought her cat with her. The thing is spoiled rotten, and I love it.
“Hey, pretty kitty.” I pick her up and scratch her neck, making her purr. “What kind of cat is she?” I ask, already knowing. I just want to distract her from the conversation I had with Ashtyn. I know Charlotte has doubts in her mind, but she tries to convince herself there’s nothing there. And I believe there isn’t…for Haidyn.
“She’s a Persian.”
“She’s beautiful.” I set the cat down, and she runs back into the room.
Just then a doorbell rings throughout the suite. Charlotte frowns at me, and I shrug. The door to Ashtyn’s bedroom opens, and she tosses her hair over her shoulder, making her way to the front double doors. Opening one, a woman with red hair enters, holding two bottles of tequila.
I know exactly who she is and why she’s here. Thankfully, she has no clue who I am.
“Who wants to drink ourselves into a coma?” she asks with a bright smile.
Ashtyn laughs, closing the door behind her. Then she looks from me to Charlotte. “Well,we’reall pregnant, so you’ll be drinking alone.”
I feel a pain in my chest at Ashtyn’s words, but I plaster a smile on my face. “I’m not. I’ll have a few with you.” If Ashtyn is trying to force me to hide in my room, it’s not going to happen.
“Perfect.” The redhead sets the bottles on the bar top and grabs two glasses.
I feel Ashtyn’s eyes on me, but I ignore her. I know this is another way of her throwing something in my face. It just proves that I can’t trust her and my gut instinct to hate her is correct.
“I’m going to call it a night.” Charlotte yawns. Honestly, I don’t know how she’s still standing.
“Good night,” Ashtyn sings to her, and I want to deliver the threat of knocking her teeth out. She’s got an audience, so she’s going to be even more insufferable than usual.
I’ll have a few drinks. Then I’m going to shower and pass out.
The redhead sits at the bar, pouring me a drink. Her cell sits by her glasswhen it starts to ring. She quickly ignores the call and turns it over. Giving me a big smile, she taps her glass to mine. “Cheers.”
“Cheers,” I agree and take a big drink.
KASHTON
I enter the suite and come to a stop when I see Ashtyn, Jasmine, and Everett sitting at the bar. Haidyn, Hooke, and Saint enter behind me, and Haidyn doesn’t even offer agood nightwhen he realizes his wife must be in bed. He heads straight to their bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Well, this can’t end well. Is this why Eve is so mad at me? Why she called me asking aboutTitanic? Jasmine doesn’t have anything to do with that, though.
“Kashton.” Ash throws her arms out. “Look who came to visit.” She gestures to Jasmine, as if I could miss the redhead I used to pay to fuck.
Eve tosses a shot back and slams the glass down, then gets up from her seat at the bar, heading to our bedroom.
“They’re—”
“I better get going.” Jasmine stands, interrupting Ashtyn before she can say anything stupid.
If Eve wants to know about everyone I’ve fucked in my past, I’ll tell her. Jasmine knows we never had anything other than sex. Hell, I paid her for it. Every. Single. Time. Even after she stopped being a Queen. It was a transaction and that was it. She may be a part of our world, but we never had a future. Not one that I wanted anyway.
“What?” Ashtyn pouts. “We just got started.”
Jasmine stumbles to throw away one of the empty bottles of tequila.
“You should crash here,” Ashtyn tells her.
Jasmine shakes her head. “Absolutely not. I arrived in an Uber; I’ll leave in one.”
