“Really? I heard your rock star boyfriend drugged you. You shouldn’t be with him, he’s not good for you. You know that right?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I was going to do anything to get out of there. Taking another step away from him, I backed into the edge of my desk. Shit. Cornered. Now what?
“Are you going to leave him? You really should. I bet I could get Mrs. Pincher to give you your job back if you did.”
“Do you think she would?” No fucking way, he was crazy, the old bitch couldn’t wait to get rid of me. As if thinking about her conjured the witch, and Mrs. Pincher appeared in the doorway.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Flame…
Finally the last autograph was signed and I was ready to rip Ashley a new one. I knew she caused this. There was no other reason, I knew none of the guys had said anything and the hotel was already dealing with a security breach so I doubted it had been them. Yes people knew we were staying here but it had been contained, until now. Fucking twat.
“What the hell were you thinking?” She batted her baby blues at me, but it didn’t work like it used to. I was in love with teddy bear brown eyes now. Fuck, Michelle. She would be freakin’ furious. We had to get her stuff from the school.
“I don’t know what you mean? I wanted to talk to you in private, you can’t believe I’d bring all these people here.”
“Like hell I don’t. Of course you did. The more distractions the better, the more chances to be photographed and get your name in the paper.”
“I’d never…”
“Bull shit. I used to think you were so amazing, but that was high school and I’ve grown up a lot since then. Your shit doesn’t work on me now.”
“Are you sure? You used to love me. You can again. Why would you want that ugly mean bitch when you can have me?”
“You’re kidding right? Are you really that delusional?” Finally I seemed to be getting through to her. But something bothered me, how did she know Michelle? Not that she was ugly or mean, but how would she even know her? “Were you the one in our room the other night?”
“What are you talking about?” Her mouth was denying it but she looked uncomfortable. Could she have pulled it off? And why? Did she think I’d toss Michelle away if I thought she was with someone else?
“Our room was broken in to the other night, Michelle was drugged. You sure you don’t know anything about that?”
“No way. I’m not crazy. I don’t care how famous you are, you’re not worth going to jailfor.” Finally the truth, but still she knew something.
“Have you been following Michelle?” Yup there it was her telltale blush. I used to think it was so sexy before I realized it happened every time she got caught fucking with someone or something. She really was a cold hearted conceited bitch.
“So what if I have. I didn’t do anything to her. I wanted to see what you thought was so great.”
“Sweetheart you wouldn’t know it if slapped you in the face. She is kind, caring and honest. You don’t even know the definition of the words.”
“You fuckin’ son of a bitch…”
“Yup there’s the sweet Ashley we know and love. I really should thank you for treating me like shit in high school. It was the best thing you could have done. It scares the fuck out of me to think I could have ended up with you.”
I should have known better, but she was quick and I’d forgotten how fast she was. Before I knew what happened she’d given me a right hook to the jaw. Her brothers taughther well. Unfortunately, Sally taught us well too, and I couldn’t hit her back. Luckily security took care of her for me, dragging her off somewhere hopefully to never be heard from again.
“Oh and Ashley, expect to hear from my lawyers. You assaulted me in front of witnesses so it looks like you might be going to jail anyway.” My jaw throbbed and I figured it was nice and red, she had a hell of a hook. I hoped Michelle would think it was funny and not be too pissed off.
I’d been dealing with this for almost two hours. Shit. There was no way she wouldn’t be pissed, except when I got to the hotel room it was empty. I checked, no note. I opened the closet and her clothes were still there, thank God. She didn’t just win my heart, she was my heart. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.
So where the fuck was she? Pulling my phone out of my pocket I checked my messages again—nothing. Shit.
Me: Michelle where are you?
No reply, that meant she was either pissed off or something was wrong. For nowI’d go with the pissed off. It was safer. I dialed Chaos, if anyone knew where she was it would be Cyn.
“What’s up?”
“Hey bro, can you ask Cyn if she knows where Michelle is? She’s not here.” I couldn’t make out what they were saying Chaos must have had his hand over the speaker.
