The look in Natalie’s eyes… the confusion… they all started to paint a different picture. We spent the next few moments making out wildly as I kept her trapped between me and the wall. I’ll give her that. “You fucked her. She’d been busy, and if I had to guess, Bobbi was passed out in a room somewhere after being put through her paces. I wasn’t just entertaining the idea—I was fucking planning it. I had loved her. It’s not like she owed you an explanation. The look in her eyes said she had no idea what to do. Her pink tongue darted across her top lip as a faint whimper escaped her. “We’re not staying the weekend?”
Gesturing around the living room at the trash all over the floor, I said, “I feel like these assholes have thrown a wet blanket on our plans.”
“Damn!” Emily huffed. The money!”
“It seems to me like you have enough,” I said. “Fuck off,” I said. Upton’s premises.”
It was Tyler’s turn to glare back at us with a clenched fist and jaw. “He went to another room.”
“Where’s Natalie?” I asked. Now, get the fuck out of my house, or I’ll bury you under the prison.”
“It’s true,” Chloe said.
