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I frown in confusion as I lean into Ainsley. “Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”
Ainsley’s jaw is slack as she stares at the girl. “Uh...”
“What am I missing?” I’m asking anyone who will answer at this point. “Who is she?”
“She’s a goddamn liar and a whore, that’s who she is.” I’m thrown back by the venom in Bentley’s tone. “Fuck this shit. I’m out of here.”
Kingston and Reed chase after Bentley as he rushes out of the gym.
“Ainsley? What the hell was that? Who is that girl?”
Ainsley swallows. “So, you know the story my brother told you about that frat party? The night Carissa was attacked?”
“Yeah... but what does that have to do with this?”
Ainsley nods to that Sydney girl. “Because that is the supposed sorority girl who had Bentley’s dick in her mouth when Carissa walked into that party.”
“What?!” My jaw drops. “I thought he hardly remembers anything from that party. How does he remember what she looks like? How do you know what she looks like when you weren’t even there?”
“Because pictures were circulating all over Insta and Snap after it happened before they got flagged. I can’t even tell you how many times someone texted Bentley a screenshot of him getting his dick sucked in front of the whole party. Those idiots thought he’d appreciate the memory, having no idea we were dealing with Carissa’s trauma at the time.”
I turn to her. “But why does Bentley seem so angry with the new girl? I don’t get that part. She didn’t force him to put his dick in her mouth, nor did she have any idea Carissa would show up at that party. Hell, she probably had no idea Carissa even existed.”
Ainsley shrugs. “My best guess is because that girl is a walking, talking reminder of what Bentley considers his greatest mistake. He probably thought he’d never see her face again, and he was perfectly okay with that.”
I cup a hand over my mouth. “Oh, God. Poor Bent.”
Ainsley snorts. “If you’re going to feel sorry for someone, don’t leave out Sydney Carrington. Because I have a feeling, Bentley is not going to handle this very well.”
Oh, fuck. I can just imagine. I’ve witnessed Bentley’s mean streak on a few occasions now, and I would not want to be on the receiving end of it. Based on his reaction just now, I’d say he’s leaning in that direction.
“Shit,” I mutter.
“Yeah...” Ainsley agrees. “As in a shitshow is about to begin. I suppose it was only a matter of time before the drama got stirred up again. This is Windsor, after all.”
Lovely. Just what we all need: More drama.
EPILOGUE
JAZZ
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Jasmine Callahan?”
“This is she.” Until my name change is processed, anyway. “Who’s calling?”
“My name is Bryant Jacoby. Your father hired me to manage the estate assets. He asked me to reach out to you in the event of his demise.”
“Oh.” I frown in confusion. I thought the feds seized all of Charles’ assets. “What can I do for you, Mr. Jacoby?”
He clears his throat. “Yes... well, I need you to come into the office at your earliest convenience to sign some paperwork.”
Now, I’m really baffled. “What paperwork?”
Kingston walks through the front door as I’m pacing the living room. Who are you talking to? he mouths.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jacoby, could you please hold on a moment?”
