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Even that thought wasn’t enough to make the evening more bearable.

Veronica Ashdown was even more annoying in a small group than she was in a large one. Her laughter grated almost as much as April’s fake smile.

My wife was all out to impress the stupid cow, gushing over everything from her outfit to her latest fad, and caring little for Reece and Kate. They were out of favour, I guessed, career popularity on the wane.

April gripped my elbow. “Ooh, Jason enjoys tennis, don’t you, darling? Maybe you could give Ronnie some lessons?”

Ronnie? Jesus Christ.

“Haven’t played for years,darling,” I replied. “Forgotten what a racket looks like.Ronniewould be better off ifyoucoached her.”

If anyone picked up on my tone it didn’t dampen their mood. That’s what the bottles of vintage red were for, no doubt.

“Jase doesn’t have time for tennis,” Trevor grinned. “It’s all about the beautiful game. Cheers to that.”

He raised his glass to the truly absurd toast, and I cringed inside as everyone joined him. So much for my contract negotiation chances, he wouldn’t remember shit in the morning.

I should be balls-deep in soft white pussy, listening to my dirty girl moan for me.

Fuck it. I poured myself a glass. The only fucking way I’d get through it.

***

“You were such a sour-faced shit tonight, Jason. They’re ourfriends. You could damn well act like it.”

“They’re not my friends. They’re not yours, either. You don’t have any real friends, April, just pawns you climb over to get your fucking face in the papers.”

Her eyes were frosty. “That’s what you’d be doing, too, if you had any sense. You do fuck all to help, strolling around with a chip on your shoulder like our life’s some kind of bore to you.”

“Itisa bore to me.”

“Itisyour life, Jason.”

I poured out the last of the red. “This is no life.”

I was full of self-pity and I knew it, but I didn’t care. Not about any of it. Not even the fucking house anymore. Bad investments had taken their toll, and none so bad as the monster I’d vowed my life to.

“Crack out the violin.” She slumped into the chair next to mine, a dainty foot tapping the floor in frustration. “You think this makes me happy? Do you?” She leaned forward close enough that I could feel her breath on my face. “I hate living here with you, Jason. I hateyou.”

The venom took me aback, even from her. “Hate is a very strong word, April. Mind your fucking tongue.”

“Ihateyou, Jason. I hate your train wreck life. I hate your sick, twisted perversions. I hate the way you think you’ve so much more integrity than the rest of us.” She gestured to the room. “You sit on your high and mighty pedestal, too fucking sour to smile your way through it, and too fucking weak to walk away.”

“Fifty-fifty and I’ll walk tomorrow.”

“You don’t want to walk,” she seethed. “This house means fuck all to you, you use it as an excuse to stay. Go and live with Steve, you can jack off to porn all night together, and carve up bits of twig through the day. A match made in heaven.”

It was surprisingly tempting.

“Go to bed, April. You’re drunk and vile.”

“I may be drunk, Jason, but tomorrow I shall be sober.You’llstill be an arrogant pervert.” She tottered off, shooting me a glare back over her shoulder.

“That’s a Winston Churchill quote, and it doesn’t work in that context. Tomorrow you’ll still be as fucking vile as you are today. Don’t give me your high-horse act. It doesn’t pissing wash.”

“Move out, Jason. Please, for God’s fucking sake,pleasejust move the fuck out.”

It was tempting. Oh so fucking tempting.

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