Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
“Then don’t get mad at me for it,” I shout. Eve huffs, and I lower my voice. “She wants to piss you off.” The fact that Jasmine was here proves that.
“No. She wants to fuck Haidyn.”
I snort at that. “That’ll never happen.” Not again anyway.
She turns around, leaning her ass against the counter, and crosses her arms over her wet chest. “Tell me that if given the chance, she wouldn’t fuck him.”
I shake my head. “Haidyn would never—”
“But she would.”
“Why do you care so much?” I wonder. “That’s between Haidyn, his wife, Saint, and his wife.” Haidyn would never step out on Charlotte. No matter what Saint would allow Ashtyn to do with another man. I’m not even sure if Saint would let Ashtyn do it anymore. He was all for letting us use her when he brought her back from Vegas, but we didn’t want her. I’ve always cared for Ashtyn, but I’m not the same man I was back in college. And I still haven’t forgiven her for shooting Saint.
“I don’t trust her.” She huffs. “She blatantly throws herself at him, and I don’t know if Saint sees it or chooses to ignore it, but if Charlotte isn’t going to stick up for herself, I will.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
She shrugs, turning around to give me her back, and starts brushing her wet hair.
I slap her ass so hard she jumps with a yelp. “Explain,” I demand, ripping the brush from her hand and tossing it across the bathroom.
Spinning back around, her wet hair slaps my chest. “It means I threatened to knock her teeth out of her mouth.”
My eyes widen. “Fuck, Eve…”
“She wanted to make a statement.” She shrugs again. “So I made one of my own.”
I place my hands on either side of her face. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
She lifts her chin. “Let her go cry to her husband like a little bitch, and when he comes to me, I’ll fill him in on what she’s been doing.”
“Saint isn’t going to come to you,” I tell her. I highly doubt Ashtyn will say anything to Saint because if she is playing a game that Charlotte is choosing to ignore, she now knows that Everett isn’t. “I won’t let him.”
She snorts. “I don’t need you to pretend to take my side over your brother’s wife.”
I frown at her choice of words. “I’ll always take up for you. You come first. Over anyone else.” I’m beginning to understand why my brothers went so far to do what they did for their wives. Why nothing else—not even me—mattered to them. If it came down to it, I’d pick Eve. Without a thought.
Rolling her eyes, she says, “And then she invited Jasmine. I know you’ve fucked her.”
“It meant nothing.” She’s trying to act like it doesn’t matter, but the fact that she even brought it up tells me otherwise. I like my girl jealous, but not at the cost of her trust. She can trust me. I’d never hurt her. Not like that. She’s it for me.
“I don’t care if it was last week, Kash, or since we arrived here today.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since you—”
“If you want to fuck them, fuck them.” She shrugs, pretending like she doesn’t care. “It’s the fact that Ashtyn is trying to fuck with me and Charlotte that matters.” Eve goes to turn back around once more, but I keep a hold of her, refusing to let her dismiss me.
“Listen to me, angel.” My girl needs to unwind. She’s stressed and drunk. “I’m serious.” I drop my hands to push her wet hair off her shoulders. “Let it go. Ashtyn is just being Ashtyn. She’ll get bored and move on.” I think she’s lashing out because of Adam dying. Maybe the babies…hell, maybe she’s just being a bitch. “Charlotte is a big girl, and Haidyn would never do anything to hurt his wife. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re my girl. My angel.” I give her a reassuring smile. “I promise…she’s just fucking with you.”
She huffs, and I can smell the tequila on her breath. “It’s working.”
Biting back a smile at her confession, I step into her, not caring that my clothes are soaking up the water that still drips down her naked body. “It’s not worth it. She isn’t worth it.”
“Easier said than done,” she mumbles.
“What about you and Cross?” I go ahead and ask. If she’s going to be pissed at me, I might as well get the answers I want.
“Excuse me?” She steps back. “What about him?”
“Has he fucked you?”
Her eyes narrow. “You can’t be serious.”
“I saw the way he looked at you and the way you spoke before he could say too much.”
She looks away, jaw sharpening. “No.” Her eyes find mine once more. “Cross has never fucked me.”