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Asher doesn’t answer, but the smug expression in his eyes fills the silence for him. I shove him again.
“What the fuck?! Back off out of my sex life. You’re taking thisbrotherlyrole way too seriously for someone who isn’t even related to me!”
He steps forward, ignoring the guy on the ground who is starting to crawl away from us.
“You honestly think that you’re so tough, that you could fight off that bastard? Are youthatfucked up that you would rather risk being sexually assaulted for the sake of finding a new guy every bloody night? What is wrong with you?”
His words are like a slap in the face. I step back, desperate to keep my face from showing the hurt. He stays silent, aware of the effect his words have had on me.
I’m a mixture of emotion, but he doesn’t deserve to know that. My reasons for how I live my life is no one’s fucking business. Normally I can brush these comments aside easy, but it’s the fact that it’s come fromhimthat I can’t stand.
He’s taken my family, my dream life – and he’s the one everyone loves. Even me.
And knowing that’s how he sees me, is devastating.
I swallow, stepping back again. “What’s wrong with me?” I repeat his words, my voice shaking slightly against my better control. “I can’t wait to move out and leave you all behind. I deserve better, especially if that’s how you see me. You’re no better than my mother.”
Side stepping Asher, I take off towards the street at a brisk pace. Shame fills me that my guard was let down and he saw vulnerable parts of me I didn’t want people to know existed.
When I’m a fair distance from the bar, I pull out my phone and book an Uber home. I’m done for the evening, deciding that Netflix and ice cream seems like a good combination. I wait on the street, blending in with the night life until I’m picked up. My phone buzzes a few times but I don’t check it until I’m back at the house, freshly showered and in my pjs.
Phoebe: Babe, you okay? We thought you were leaving with a guy but Asher cornered him after you walked outside and he went back to his friends.
Phoebe: Okay, Asher came back inside but we haven’t heard from you. Hope you are okay. Call me or Con if you need us.
I throw the phone onto my bed with annoyance. That assholedidscare off my date. He cockblocked me, then had the nerve to rub my sex life in my face.
I’m tempted to go into his bedroom and do something annoying like unplug his devices and remove all the batteries from his things. But that requires effort, and it also means he will know he got to me.
Sighing, I reach into my bedside draw, pulling out my Satisfyer Pro. I hold it in front of me as I switch it on.
“I guess it’s just you and me tonight, Pinkie.”
I wake up the next morning, naked as the day I was born. Pinkie is abandoned on the bed and I accidentally kick her off as I swing myself out of the tangled sheets. She hits the floor with a thud and I throw a quick apology to my vibrator, who if I'm being honest, gave me more orgasms last night than the last four guys I had slept with.
Atta girl.
I stumble through the walk in closet to the bathroom, my make up smudged as I climb into the shower. The hot water feels amazing but it's waking me up, reminding me that the stupid family dinner is tonight.
I'm not sure I want to face Asher after last night. Or at all.
I'm tempted to tell mom that I have plans, but I know that will go down as well as a lead balloon. A few hours surely won't kill me. To get me through, I plan on spending the day researching Rosevale, the town up north that I want to move to. I figured it won't hurt to have a look at job vacancies and rentals, get an idea of the town and the funds I need to get there. The thought of having a plan helps me reason that the family dinner is only a short few hours then I'll be in the clear. I just plan on staying as far away from Asher as possible.
Except for food, I barely leave the room all day. My laptop and I spend some quality time together as I switch between research, and watching Grey's Anatomy. I'm almost convinced that I could just become a doctor after watching so many episodes, and the thought of going off to find my own McDreamy sends warm laughter through my body.
The day gets away from me and before I know it, there's a knock on my door as mom pokes her head in.
"Rylee, it's dinner time. Come downstairs please."
Ah, fuck. Showtime I guess.
Chapter six
Idragmyfeetdown the stairs, the voices in the dining room growing louder by the second. I'm tempted to run back upstairs, but that serves no purpose other than delaying the inevitable.
Rounding the corner, I walk through the doorway, immediately spotting mom, Gareth and Asher sitting at the table laughing amongst themselves. The large table is covered with boxes of pizza, and I can't help but wonder if we're suddenly expecting a dozen more guests based on the excessive quantity of food. I guess mom wanted to pull out all the stops for this.
Sitting in the middle of the table is wine, and I have a feeling that is also mom's handiwork. Beer would have worked much better with pizza, but it gives mom a headache. It doesn't matter though, alcohol is alcohol.
