My heart was thumping in my chest, and I couldn’t believe what I heard.
I hope to God it’s because I’m too fucking drunk. Please tell me it’s the fucking absinthe!
“I don’t care, dad. I can’t do this anymore.”
Oh, Fuck. No, I heard this right. Ezra has been using me this whole fucking time.
I wondered how Ezra could do this to me. How could someone use another person that way? How could I have been such a fucking fool? Again!
My hand flung over my mouth and I ran to the nearest bathroom, slamming the door shut before I emptied the contents of my stomach over the toilet. I fell to the tiled floor and waited for some time before I wiped my mouth and stumbled onto my feet. After flushing and cleaning up, I walked back out and headed straight to the bar.
“What can I get you?”
“Another---bottle of Vodka.” I managed to breathe out the words while I still struggled to comprehend what I had heard.
“Are you sure you want to keep drinking? You look like you may have had too much already.”
I gave him a blank stare and he understood, pushing the bottle closer to me. I snatched it away and walked back to Anastasia, Morgan, Jax and Francine.
“Hey, babe. You okay?” Anastasia asked.
The fakest smile I managed, spread on my lips, but she instantly knew something was wrong. “Fucking brilliant,” I replied, bringing the opened bottle towards my mouth and allowing the liquid to burn.
Anastasia stood and tried to grab the bottle away from me, but I refused. Instead, she reached out and took my hand then led me to the kitchen.
“What’s going on?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“I know when something’s wrong, Beth. Don’t lie to me.”
Even though I was desperate to tell Anastasia the truth, something else stopped me. I was so embarrassed and ashamed I’d allow someone to fool me again.
“Hey, baby. You okay?”
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth with the sound of Ezra’s voice. My thoughts were frantic, and all I wanted to do was kick him in the balls and slap him across the face. I had no idea if I should go along with it, tell him I knew, or mess with him.
My attention shifted to Ezra. I walked over and he smiled, not realizing how furious I was. Before I could stop myself, my hand raised, and I immediately slapped him across the face.
I guess I could think straight after all.
Ezra held his cheek while he looked at me with a stunned expression. “What the fuck was that for?”
“If you have to ask me, you’re dumber than you look.”
He placed his hand down and his expression softened.
“Beth, what’s going on?” Mom asked.
I glanced at her before shifting my attention back to Ezra. “Go on, E. Tell my mom why I slapped you across the face.”
Ezra looked at my mom and shook his head. “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m fine. I think she’s had too much to drink, that’s all.”
My blood boiled beneath my flesh, and every time Ezra spoke, it only made it worse.
“Don’t even think about putting this on me, you lying piece of shit.” I growled. “I heard everything, you fucking asshole!”
Ezra swallowed hard, and his parents made their way into the kitchen. “What’s going on?” Ezra’s mom asked.
“I don’t know,” Ezra replied. “Beth said she heard something, but I think she must be hallucinating from the absinthe she drank.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh before turning to his mom and dad. “You’re all as fucked up as each other.” I directed my next statement to Ezra’s dad. “And you! You’re nothing but a fucking pervert!”
Turning away, Anastasia followed me close behind, but grabbed my hand to stop me. “What happened? I know you. There’s no way you would slap someone unless they’ve done something truly fucked up. What did the asshole do!”
“God, I think I preferred the cheating to this.”
“What are you talking about? Did he hurt you?”
“It was all one big fucking lie.”
I explained to Anastasia what I heard, and she was fuming as much as I was. “That motherfucker!”
“Which is why I slapped him across the face.”
“He fucking deserves more than a slap, B!”
I opened the bottle again and brought it to my lips. Anastasia watched as I took another sip.
“You need to tell your parents so they can kick them out of the house. They shouldn’t be here.”
“This will kill them. They’ve been friends with them for as long as I can remember.”
“I get that, which is why they need to know.”
“Ezra was too chicken shit to tell them himself.”
“Tell them, Beth.”
I took a deep breath and stormed back into the kitchen. Ezra and his parents were still talking.
“Sweetheart,” Mom muttered, clearly still having no idea what went on because the fuckers were still there. And breathing.
I turned to Ezra and his parents. “You have two minutes to get the fuck out of this house before I call the police.”
“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.”
I stepped closer to Ezra with a resolved expression. “I’m not your baby. I said get the fuck out.”
“Beth, please tell me what’s going on,” Mom begged. I turned to my parents about to tell them what I overheard when Ezra stopped me.
“We’ll leave. Come on.”
“Don’t ever fucking come back, you asshole. You and your parents are no longer welcome here.”
Ezra and his parents finally left. When I was sure they were out of earshot, I explained what I had heard.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Mom cried. “I’m so sorry. Oh, God. I want to kill them. I’ve never wanted to kill anyone before.”
“I’m going to help you hide the bodies, darling. They’ll never be welcome here again. I’m sorry, Beth,” Dad apologized.
I walked back outside, and Anastasia was seated back down with Morgan, Jax and Francine. I took my seat next to them with the bottle still in my grasp.
“I don’t want to let it get to me. I’m going to drink and have a fucking good time.”
Anastasia smiled as I took another sip of the alcohol.
“Where’s Ezra?” Francine asked.
“I kicked his sorry ass out of the house.”
Jax narrowed his eyes. “Beth what happened?” He asked with a genuine tone. “You kicked him out?”
“You guys broke up?”
I nodded at Jax. “Yeah, no longer with the asshole.”
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Never fucking better.”
“Let’s not talk about that.” Anastasia said, trying to change the subject. “I say we keep drinking, dancing and see where the night takes us.”
I raised my vodka bottle. “Sounds like a good fucking plan.”
“Beth, are you okay up there?” Anastasia asked. I reached out my hand and she tried to pull me down from the table, but instead, I guided her up.
“Dance with me, bestie!”
She smiled and we danced on the table. I looked towards Jax, who watched me intensely, and his green eyes pierced right through me.
“He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you the entire night.”
I shifted my attention to Anastasia. “Who are you talking about?”
“Who do you think? I’m talking about the gorgeous Aussie dude who’s been crushing on you since you got here. And by here, I mean the United States.”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t like me. He likes Francine. She’s sweet and um. Something else.”
“Francine left a few hours ago, B. He was watching you while she was here.”
“Oh,” I blushed.
I glanced back towards Jax who immediately smiled, and I couldn’t help but reciprocate, until I started to feel dizzy. My eyes closed and my body swayed. I went to step off the table and Jax was suddenly there to help me.
“Here.” He reached out his arms and I placed my hands on his shoulders as he helped me down.
He doesn’t let go of me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and bit my lip. “I think so. I just feel tired.”
“I need to find Morgan. Are you okay with her?” Anastasia asked.
Jax nodded and my best friend walked away leaving me alone with my crush.
“I don’t know what happened between you and Ezra, but I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I love your sexy Aussie accent.”
His cheeks flushed red. “Thanks.”
“And you have nice lips.” Jax smiled. I leaned in slowly and tried to kiss him, but he turned his head away from me. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Jax.”
“God, if only you knew how much I’ve been dreaming about kissing you---just not like this. Not when you’re smashed and won’t remember.”
“I’m tired, Jax.”
“I’ll take you to your room.”
Jax lifted me up and carried me bridal style to my old bedroom. He gently laid me down on the soft mattress. Before he turned and walked away, I muttered beneath my breath. “Jax, will you stay with me please?”
“Sure, but only until you knock out.”
I nodded, and Jax climbed into bed with me. He opened his arms and I snuggled right up to him, closing my eyes to drift off to sleep.
“Hey there, you. Some night, huh?”
“Oh. My. God.”
Realizing I wasn’t alone in bed, I flung the blanket off my body and frantically stood. Jax freaked out because he did the same.
“Oh, God. What happened. Why are you in my bed? Oh my God. What did we do?”
Jax’s expression softened with his smile. “Relax, Beth. We did nothing.”
I took a deep breath. “We didn’t sleep together?”
He slowly shook his head.
“So, no sexy time?”
Jax chuckled. “Nah, we didn’t have sex.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, Thank God.” Jax raised his brows and I felt the need to clarify my response. “I mean not that I wouldn’t have sex with you or anything. It’s just. I mean---fuck! Stop talking, Beth.” A huge grin spread on his lips. “Shit. I’m rambling again. Sorry.”
“You’re adorable when you ramble.”
My cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I meant to say Thank God, because I can’t remember much of last night.” I glanced down and noticed I was still in the same clothes from the party. “Oh.” My attention shifted back to Jax. “A few things came to mind. I remember table dancing, but that’s about it God, how embarrassing.”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I remember that too.”
“Oh, God. You’re blushing It was embarrassing, wasn’t it? Fuck. Oh, shit. I’m talking out loud again, aren’t I?”
He laughed before muttering to himself. “Fucking adorable. Why don’t you sit down and relax? I think you’re freaking out a bit. Take a deep breath.”
I breathed in and out before I planted my ass on the edge of the mattress. Jax sat down next to me and I turned to face him. “Did I do anything else?”
“There was one thing you did...”