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Something obviously people here don’t know.
“Did you go to his box and call her fat like Itoldyou?”
My jaw drops. Who are these immature brats?
“No. I would never do that. I’m polite.”
“I hope he dumps that scab soon. Sneaking into our events, trying to steal a good man like Ashton Ives, who belongs withyou.”
I dump my head in my hands.
“I heard her boyfriend is in jail, and she sold herself to Ash to pay for his bond.”
Who else knows this? Are people spying on me? And how can simple facts get so twisted?
Myexdidn’t make bond. I’m paying for his defense.
But yeah, I had to sell myself.
“He’s just using her.” The second voice acts like he needs defending. “A favor to someone for sure. His father will never allow him to be serious with someone like her.”
Like me?
What in the hell did I do?
This is too much. I can’t take it. My ears are ringing from these cruel women gossiping about me.
Powerful men may have given Ash a nod of approval for me, but I won’t be treated this way by the women in his world.
“Come on, this bullshit is almost over,” the woman who wantsmy mandrones on. “I hate these things.”
Great supportive wife she’d be.
I’m furious because I’m new to all this, but I’m not leaving with my tail between my legs.
I pull up my thong, noting it’s still damp from when Ash kissed and fingered me. Made me come. Invited me home with him. UntilMonday.
Me. Not her.
Feeling bold, I flush and open the door.
The women hang out and use up the free hairspray and lotion, ignoring the attendant. I catch sight of them. As suspected, they are thin and beautiful, privilege wafting off them like the subway stench in August that never leaves your clothes. One of the women catches sight of me. Her already sickly white skin reddens.
“Well, there she is,” the bitch says, and her friend looks ready to throw down.
“Yeah, here I am.” I put my hands on my curvy hips and do a turn. “See this? See all this? This comes with integrity, honesty, and class. You may be skinny, but that’s all you have going for you.” I sidle up to the sink smiling and wash my hands. As I’m leaving, over my shoulder I add, “You know what I have, too? I have Ashton Ives. Buh-bye!”
I wave, exiting the restroom, and hold my breath.
But there’s no-follow up, no protests, and I exhale in relief when there’s only the whine of the woodendoor’s squeaky hinges.
Smiling, I feel great.
In a way, it’s what I wanted to get off my chest to Michael. I think I’ll schedule a visit to Rikers and give him some lip, too.
I get back to the box, half expecting to see one of the women in there, fake crying, complaining about how I snapped at her.
Pushing the curtain aside, I see Ash kissing someone.
