Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
The first thing I notice is her eyes are bloodshot. Red streaks travel out from her pupil as she stares at me. It makes the blue that her eyes are look so bright they look outstanding. Her blond hair is down around her shoulders, and she’s wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank that makes her boobs pop out. When Ashton first met her, it hurt me. A lot. I thought she was so beautiful, so curvy and gorgeous. And I’m none of those things.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a beautiful woman in my own way, but I’m not hot like her.
It was crushing.
“What are you doing here?” I say, not in the mood for any more crap from her or Ashton.
“I’m here to talk to you. Let me in.”
Not can I come in, but instead a demand.
“No,” I say, crossing my arms. “And I’d appreciate you staying out of anything between Ashton and I. I’m not interested in hearing anything from you when it has nothing to do with you.”
She wiggles her head a little, and snaps, “It has everything to do with me. I’m living with him. He’s with me. I see his stress. He’s struggling, and you don’t care.”
He’s not struggling.
He has a great job.
A great apartment.
If he’s struggling, it’s because he’s doing something he shouldn’t be.
“Ashton’s problems are not mine.”
“He needs money,” she hisses. “And he has rights.”
“He has no rights. I’m not going over this with you.”
“Bitch, he has rights! You’re keeping what’s his away from him. I’m not going to watch him suffer because of some fat, bored ex-wife!”
Ouch.
I want to curl into myself and put my hand over my belly, for some stupid reason, I feel like I have to cover up suddenly. I’m not fat, of course. I’m curvy, I have a little belly, but I’m not fat. But compared to her, I guess I look that way.
“You need to leave, Taryn.”
She shakes her head. “You’re just bitter because it didn’t work and he moved on with me. That must suck, knowing he’s fucking a woman that’s gorgeous, and you lost a good man. But you don’t need to punish him for it.”
Good lord, the girl thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread.
“I couldn’t give a damn who Ashton is with. I’m not with him for a reason. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d rather you both left me alone. He signed the papers, he accepted the deal, if he didn’t agree then he should have said so.”
“He felt sorry for your pathetic ass. He didn’t know me. He didn’t know his worth. He thought it was the best and easiest way to go. He didn’t realize he was getting ripped off. He’s entitled to so much more and we’re going to get it!”
“I’m sick of your threats. If you want to fight it, go through the correct legal channels and have a go.”
Her face grows red. “How the fuck are we supposed to do that with no money? You, bitch, are going to suffer for this. We’re going to get what we’re entitled to, no matter what it takes. You better watch your back. I’ll do whatever I have to, to get my baby what he deserves.”
I hate her.
I want to scratch her eyes out.
“You’re just a jealous, pathetic, shrew. Go get yourself another man, and you might leave mine alone.”
Lord.
He’s not leaving me alone.
This girl is utterly delusional.
“Last time I checked, it is you two bothering me. Not the other way around.”
“I know you’re still in love with him,” she hisses. “But remember who he is fucking every night. And it isn’t you, bitch.”
Anger bubbles in my chest, because who in the ever loving hell does she think she is?
“I had that for years. If I wanted it, I would have kept it.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Bitch, stop acting like you had a choice. He told me what it was like fucking you. All timid, and boring, and lacking adventure. And then there is that dimply ass of yours.”
That hurts.
Hits me right in the gut.
And I hate it. I hate that she gets to me. But she does. Because he told me that more than once. That I wasn’t adventurous, that I was boring and too timid. I couldn’t help that. I guess it’s just the way I am. I struggle with confidence, I always have, and I was never into wild sex like he was. But it didn’t mean I didn’t want to try, I did, but every time he’d mention it, it was during a bad time, and he’d get angry that I wouldn’t jump his bones then and there.
Like once, it was in the middle of my period, for crying out loud. I was bloated, and cranky, and he was trying to have a conversation about taking our sex life to the next level. When I got off my period and spoke to him about it, curious, he shot me down. It wasn’t just me. No. It wasn’t. But it hurts all the same. It hurts because maybe I’m not what men want, and maybe I never will be.