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“Everyone, this is my daughter-in-law, Scarlett.” She emphasizes my name and smiles at me as if she’s trying to say, hey, look I remember your name. She’s too much.
Everyone says hi and tells me their names. I forget them all because if they’re friends with Bonnie, they’d have to be fake like her. So what's the point in wasting time to remember who everyone is.
They all start babbling about going to the country club and the new car they bought or laughing about spending their husband’s money. If I thought talking to these women with their husbands was bad enough, it’s worse on their own.
“So, Scarlett. How is it being Mrs. Rossi?” a blonde woman with baboon lips asks me. Girl needs to relax on the lip fillers.
“It’s wonderful, really. Emerson is an amazing husband. We might not have fallen in love like they do in the movies, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smile. And it’s true. I do love Emerson. And Alistair. I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell them.
“How sweet,” she says with venom dripping from her voice.
“You're a lucky one. Emerson is quite handsome.” The brown-haired one giggles.
“Handsome? That man is absolutely edible,” the one with long black hair corrects, who I’m actually a little jealous of because she's the only one who looks like a supermodel. She’s older than me but she’s aging a lot better than any of these other women. “When will he be up for sampling?” She gives me a slimy smile.
“I’m sorry, sampling?” I ask her with genuine confusion.
“Oh, Bonnie, have you not let her in on our ways?” she asks Bonnie.
“No. Scarlett wouldn’t be willing.” Bonnie actually looks a little panicked.
“Willing to do what?” I ask her.
“It’s nothing.” She waves me off, but the black-haired woman keeps talking.
“We like to share.” She winks. “At least we do, Bonnie wouldn’t let anyone touch her husband. She’s a possessive one.” The woman rolls her eyes.
“Touch… share… as in you let each other fuck your husbands?”
“Of course. It’s not like we actually love any of them,” she laughs. “It’s all arranged, my dear. They’re going to sleep around anyway, so why not have it be with your friends, people you trust.”
Is this woman for real? What the hell is wrong with them? I’d trust a serial killer more than I would any of them. “Well, if that's the case, never. Emerson will never be an option for anyone but me to touch.” And Alistair, of course. I’m pissed and feeling really fucking stabby right now. “And if any one of you makes a pass at my husband, I’ll be sure to put a bullet through your skull, using his gun.” I smile at them. They all gasp and gape at me. “Also, we all know damn well that Bonnie is probably fucking all of your husbands without you knowing, and I sure as hell know Antonio is fucking at least one of you. So don’t let her fool you. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to make a trip to the lady’s room.”
Bending down, I pull my heels off and leave them, whispering harshly at one another.
I told myself that I was going to try to not make any waves, but I failed at that. Oh, well. I tried.
After I pee, because I really did need to pee, I wash up and take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. “It could always be worse. I could be here with a man who doesn’t want me for anything but a pretty arm decoration and a baby maker.” I put my hand on my stomach and smile. “Don’t worry, little bean. Your daddies love you and me very much.”
Knowing Emerson will lose his shit if I’m gone for too long, I leave the bathroom. As I step into the main room, I get an itch just below my knee. When I bend down to scratch it, something goes whizzing past my head.
There's a crash and my head snaps over to my right as a big vase explodes.
People start screaming around me but I stand there frozen, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. I can’t breathe. What the hell was that?”
“Scarlett!” Emerson’s voice booms over the sea of people losing their shit. I look up and lock eyes on his thunderous face as he struggles to get to me, pushing people out of the way.
“Come on.” Alistair rushes over to me and grabs me by the arm, pulling me back the way I came. I stumble after him as he drags me into a room.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, his voice sounding panicked.
“Y-yes.” I blink up at him, trying to adjust to the darkness. A light flickers on, and I see we're in a small meeting room.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, frantically looking me over.
“N-no.” My eyes sting as the reality of what just happened hits me. “Someone shot at me,” I say in disbelief. “Someone tried to kill me.” Alistair pulls me into his arms in a punishing hold. I don’t care, I feel safe in his arms.
“And when I fucking find out who, I’ll make them fucking pay.” Emerson storms into the room, slamming the door behind him.
