“Yep. She and her best friend went to the House of Lords for a party, and her friend got knocked up by one. The guy got in deep shit for having sex—which is crazy because I’ve been told it’s one big orgy—anyway, his father paid her two hundred and fifty thousand to have an abortion.”
I exit the stall and walk over to wash my hands. They glance at me but continue their conversation.
“Fuck that. I would have had the baby. She could have gotten way more than that in child support.” One frowns, looking at herself in the mirror. “Aren’t they rich?”
“I don’t think all of them are, but the majority, yes.”
“Anyway,” the third girl says, “they’re both married.”
“Kashton isn’t,” the brunette argues.
“Yes, he is.” She runs her hands through her hair. “I looked, and he’s wearing a wedding ring.”
The original one snorts. “Like they fucking care. My sister told me what went on at those parties. They all pass their girlfriends and wives around. Plus, they have more side chicks than days of the week. I’m going to shoot my shot.” She pops open her lipstick and smears it over her trout pout.
It makes me think of the Spade brothers and Ashtyn. How Saint passed her around to his friends. Not like she had a choice. Saint is partly at fault for the way Ashtyn is. He made her the center of all their lives knowing he would one day take that away from her.
“Like Kashton will turn you down.” The redhead laughs. “Are you still on the pill?”
“Yeah, but I was on antibiotics last week.” She winks, and I want to slam her face into the counter. Up until now I didn’t mind her infatuation with my husband. I mean, I get it. He’s hard to resist. “I’ve had baby fever the last few months.”
“Your mother would kill you,” one tells her with a frown.
“She’d be mad at first, but I think she’d come around.”
“Good luck,” I can’t help but join their conversation, smiling at her in the mirror.
All three of them look at me. The one in the center, the one planning on fucking my husband, smirks at me.
“Our girl doesn’t need luck,” the redhead quips. “Just look at her.”
I take the invitation and examine her. Short dark bob with a glittery silver dress and Gucci heels. She’s pretty, but I don’t care who she thinks she is; my husband won’t want anything to do with her. “I don’t think you’re his type.”
Her brown eyes narrow on me, and I smile, drying off my hands before exiting the bathroom and making my way back to the bar. I stand at the far end right off the hallway so I can scan the club while “Sweat” by Open Till L8 blasts throughout.
I spot Kashton across from me at the opposite end immediately. You can’tmiss him under the flashing neon lights. He’s standing, giving me a side view as he speaks to Colton and Alex.
“Another?” the bartender hollers over the music, noticing my return.
I nod at him while staring at my husband, waiting for him to glance my way.
“Here you go.” The bartender drops my drink in front of me, and I catch sight of the woman come into view while she rounds the bar.
I stand up straighter when she walks right up to Kashton. It’s hard to miss the disco ball she’s wearing.
Alex notices her, but Colt and Kash both ignore the bitch. She bumps into my husband, and he glances her way and then steps back from the bar, giving her space.
Good boy.I’ll rip his balls off if he entertains her advances.
She frowns, looking across the bar at her friends, who are nodding and smiling, encouraging her to try harder.
This bitch.
She taps his arm, and he looks down at her. Rising on her tiptoes, she cups her mouth, trying to talk to him.
His eyes find mine across the bar the moment heat rolls over my body like a raging fire when she leans into him.
Picking up my drink, I begin to move, shoving my way through the club and to the opposite side. As I approach them, Kashton reaches out to grab my arm, but I pull away, walk up to her, and throw my drink on her.
