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I spit at her, hating how her comments make me feel.
I was so excited to put on my little performance for them last night.
Rub it in both of their faces that Easton and I are having terrific sex and we’re happy.
Genuinely happy.
“Jealous of you?”
Aisha sneers as she looks me up and down.
“Please.
Easton is going to realize soon enough that you’re boring.
He’ll move on and leave you crying and alone, and that’s when he’ll come back to me.”
“What about Blake?”
Sadie asks.
“He can console Harper after Easton breaks up with her.
He wants her bad enough.” Aisha shakes her head.
“I don’t get what they see in you.
Maybe it’s because you spread your legs so easily?”
I see red.
I want to rip out every strand of hair from her head.
I’m lunging toward her with my hands out, but Sadie steps directly in front of me, blocking me.
“I think you’re confusing Harper with yourself, babe,”
Sadie says, her tone smug.
“Right.
Since I’ve fucked around with every single one of these guys in this house at one point or another.”
Aisha’s arrogant smile is infuriating and she aims it directly at Sadie.
“I wonder if Ryan still thinks of me when he’s with you.”
Oh.
Shit.
That was the absolute wrong thing for Aisha to say.
It turns into complete chaos.
“Oh, that is it.
I’m legit going to murder her, Harp.
I am!”
Sadie screams as she starts for Aisha.
I try to stop her, but she shoves me out of the way, and I slide onto the tile floor, landing on my butt.
Aisha shrieks and runs for the door that leads outside, Sadie hot on her tail.
“Blake! Oh my God, Blake!”
Easton We’re not really cleaning up much out here.
More like the three of us are shooting the shit and talking about taking the boat out with the girls before we head home.
Occasionally, we’ll toss a chair cushion back on the couch and pick up the beer bottles and cans we left scattered on the tables from last night, throwing them all away in the discrete trash can that sits nearby.
The back door suddenly swings open and Aisha bursts outside, screaming like she’s being chased by a serial killer with Sadie following after her, that serious expression on her face telling me she’s intent on murdering her, just as she promised.
“Blake, oh my God, tell her to stop!”
Aisha yells as she runs into his arms, panting like she’s just ran ten miles.
He holds her close, rubbing her back as he glares at Sadie.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“Don’t talk to her like that,”
Ryan interjects, defending his girl.
Aw, so sweet.
Though we’ve got no time for sentiment right now.
“Sadie, what happened?”
I ask as Ryan goes to her and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and glaring at Blake and Aisha.
“She’s a complete bitch,”
Sadie practically snarls, pointing at Aisha.
“Talking so much shit to us, yet acting like an innocent angel for you guys.
Don’t fall for her lies, Blakeshe’s a psycho!”
Damn.
If anyone is acting like a psycho right now…
I hate to say it, but Sadie is borderline hysterical.
“I’m the psycho?”
Aisha turns in Blake’s arms, her back to his front as she rests her hand on her chest.
“You’re the one who’s chasing me with a knife!” Sadie glances down at her empty hands before holding them out in front of her.
“I don’t have a knife, you fucking whore bag.”
“Hey, no need for name calling,” Blake says fiercely.
“We can talk about this like reasonable adults.”
“Reasonable? She’s accusing me of chasing her with a knife when I never even had one! What the hell are you talking about?”
Sadie sounds on the verge of tears and Ryan tucks her close to him, rubbing her back as he whispers to her.
I can only assume he’s trying to calm her down.
The triumphant expression on Aisha’s face is unmistakable.
The girl is trying to make Sadie look like she’s out of her mind, and it’s working.
Such a manipulative bitch.
Harper suddenly appears in the open doorway, rubbing her ass with a pained expression on her face.
“Everything okay out here?”
I rush toward her, crowding her in the doorway, my voice low so no one else can hear me.
“Are you okay?”
“I fell.” She winces when I rest my hand on her right ass cheek.
“Landed on my butt.”
“What do you mean, you fell?”
Sadie rushes over, a contrite expression on her face.
“I’m so sorry I pushed you.
I didn’t mean to.
I don’t know my own strength sometimes, I swear.”
What the hell? Sadie pushed Harper? Maybe Aisha is right.
Maybe Sadie is the troublemaker in this situation.
“It’s no big deal,”
Harper says, reaching out to grab Sadie’s hand and give it a squeeze.
“I’m fine.
Just landed hard on that cold tile floor.”
Everyone starts talking over each other after that.
Ryan is yelling at Blake.
Blake is yelling at Sadie.
Harper keeps insisting she’s okay while I keep asking her to tell me what exactly happened in the kitchen.
Aisha stands off to the side by herself, a witness to the chaos that I know she caused while never saying a damn word.
Smug bitch.
“Okay, that’s it.
We’re done,”
I finally announce loudly, everyone going silent.
“Let’s pack it up and head home.”
“I thought we were going out on the lake”
Blake starts, but I shut him up with a pointed look.
“Sadie, I’m so sorry if you thought I said something to hurt your feelings.” Aisha says, her eyes wide and her lips formed into a pout.
As if she’s the innocent victim in all of this.
“Fuck off,”
Sadie mutters as she walks past her and heads straight into the house, Ryan following after her.
“I’m going to our room to pack up my stuff.”
Harper tells me.
I kiss her cheek and pat her ass.
“Go on in, babe.
I’ll be there in a few.”
I watch her pull the door shut before I turn my attention to Blake and Aisha.
“I don’t know what the hell you did just now, but you’re not welcome here anymore.”
Blake steps in front of Aisha as if he’s going to actually try and defend her,
“She did nothing, Easton.
It’s obvious Sadie went off her meds or whatever and now she’s making up lies.”
“Pretty sure the only one lying here is Aisha.”
I pause for a moment, letting my words sink in.
“And possibly you, Blake.” He rests his hands on his hips, squinting at me as if he doesn’t recognize me anymore.
I feel the same way, bro, is what I want to tell him.
But I keep my lips shut.
“I’m not lying about anything.
I thought we were good.
I came here to have fun.
Aisha just cooked all of us a huge breakfast.