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He stood to his feet and kissed my neck. “Were you planning to stay for the entire party?”
I shook my head, still unable to speak.
“Okay.” He smoothed my dress. “I’ll have Dillon take you home whenever you’re ready.”
Stepping back, he looked at his watch. “You should wait a few minutes before leaving. You look like someone whose boyfriend gave her multiple orgasms.”
I laughed as he stepped out of the closet.
Pulling out my phone, I read a few pitches before following.
“How long?” Hazel suddenly stepped in front of me, her eyes red and puffy. “How fucking long?”
“Wh-what?” I blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“I wasn’t born yesterday,” she said. “How long have you been sleeping with Tyler?”
I didn’t say a word.
“I saw you in there after him,” she said. “And I heard you.”
“You’re looking at this the wrong way, Hazel.”
“You said, ‘I love this, Tyler,’ and he said it back. So, you’ve clearly been screwing each other for a very long time.”
“Hazel, it’s really not what you think.”
“Stop gaslighting me!” More tears fell past her cheeks. “This whole time, this whole goddamn time, when I’ve run to you about our pictures in the press and asked you to make special dates with him, you’ve been fucking him and laughing behind my back, huh?”
I sighed.
“I thought so.” She shook her head and stepped back. “You know, in a perfect world, I would fire you right now. But there’s no point. He’ll fuck you and hire you right back.”
“I love him, Hazel.” I couldn’t resist. “And he loves me, too.”
“He doesn’t love you.” She scoffed. “He loves me and tolerates your presence because he’s used to having irrelevant, third party losers in the background of his life.”
“I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t want you to get upset,” I said. “I just thought—”
“You weren’t thinking at all.” She glared at me. “You’re the one who handled our schedules and you always came over when I….” Her voice trailed off for several seconds, and then she crossed her arms—glancing at my bump. “That’s his baby, isn’t it? Excuse me, babies. Those are his?”
“Hazel…”
“Aren’t they?”
I didn’t answer.
“His lunch breaks, your doctor’s appointments, your sick days, his home days always lined up.” She shook her head. “I thought we were friends.”
“We’ve never been friends, Hazel.” I refused to let her rewrite that part of our history. “You have no idea what that word means.”
“Did you seduce him the first day he arrived? How did this happen?”
I held back a groan and clenched my fists. There was no point in explaining anything. She’d made up her mind about what she wanted to believe.
“I guess I didn’t know you had all that in you. So conniving, so backstabbing, so—”
“I’ll see you later.” I couldn’t bear to listen to her another second. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”
