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I’ve been confined to my room for the past week. We flew back to Pennsylvania, and I haven’t seen the guys once. It’s been driving me nuts, and I know Saint is aware of this. He’s punishing me for our fight the following morning. And honestly, I hate it. I will never tell him the truth because it won’t change anything. It’s over and done. He lied to me. Why should I divulge information to him?
Getting out of bed, I make my way to their office. I step inside and see Saint standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me. His cell to his ear. “That’s not what I fucking said!” he snaps, spinning around. His eyes meet mine, and I stiffen at the way they pin me in place. “Get it fucking right, or I’ll carve it into your fucking head.” He ends the call and pockets his cell. “What do you want, Ashtyn?”
I swallow nervously at how cold he said my name. “You…” I clear my throat. “Wanted to see me.”
“No. I didn’t.” He falls into his seat, dismissing me.
I nod to myself and turn to leave.
“I did.”
Stopping, I look over at Kashton, who stands from his desk. Walking over to me, he holds out a cell phone.
“What the fuck is this?” Saint snaps.
“It’s a phone.” He hands it to me. “It’s got four numbers in it. The three of ours...”
“And the fourth?” I ask softly.
“Jasmine’s.”
My eyes widen. “What—?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not!” Saint shouts, coming over to us. He goes to take it from me, and I step back. “What the fuck are you doing, Kash?” he barks out.
“You heard her in New York. She contacted the police and filed a report. She needs to know that Ashtyn is okay. And if she does, maybe that will keep her from sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.” The way his voice softens with the last sentence, I feel like he’s trying to protect her. I’m just not sure from who. I would never hurt her. She’s the type of friend that I always wished I had.
Saint runs a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he grinds out and gives me his back, walking back over to his desk.
* * *
I don’t wastea second and already have her number pulled up before I can lie down on my bed.
It rings a few times as I nibble on my nails. Just when I think she’s not going to answer, it stops.
“Hello?” she asks softly.
I flinch, realizing she’s probably just gone to bed from a long night at Kink. I sit up. “Jasmine. I’m so sorry to call you so early. I wasn’t thinking…”
“Who is this?” she asks through a yawn.
“It’s Ashtyn…Brittany,” I correct myself.
“Oh my God, girl,” she gasps, now wide awake. “Are you okay? Where are you at? I’ll come get you,” she rushes out.
I smile and let out a soft laugh. “I’m fine.”
“But…that guy you were with? Do you know him? Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling and texting you nonstop.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated how? Like I need to show up with the police? Or I need to set the place on fire to burn the rats?”
I laugh softly. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I promise.”
There’s an odd silence on her end, and I wonder what she’s thinking about me. What did Kashton do to her in the women’s restroom? I’m sure Bones barged in there after we left.
“Does this have to do with Whitney missing as well?” she asks, breaking the silence.
