Page 4 of Psycho Sinners

Just not my type.

“Well, I mean, my friend here has just been through a traumatic break-up, so I want to be there for her,” Noms said with an over-the-top pout as she leaned on his shoulder. “But then we can have lots of fun.”

“Well, now, I’m sorry to hear it. It’s his loss,” Steve said as he leaned on the bar and nodded at me.

“Damn straight, this bitch is a catch,” Noms said with a bob of her head and a wink my way.

“So, what exactly happened?” Raymond dove back in, only sliding his gaze to Steve for a moment. “Steve, anything?”

“Whiskey on the rocks, and I’ll cover all their drinks.”

He nodded, those brown eyes meeting mine with curiosity as he began making the drinks.

“Well, I caught him in bed with Rachel, that waitress he had working for him. Shame, considering he proposed only a week ago,” I said with a heavy sigh before holding up my hand to show them all my ring. Raymond and Noms had already seen it, but Steve leaned over my busty friend to get a closer look.

“Tragic, you don’t seem too distraught, if I may say so,” Steve noted.

“What’s that saying? Hope for the best, expect the worst? Something like that,” I said with a shrug. “Besides, I punched that bitch in the face and socked him in the jewels when I found them there, messing up our bed. Was coming home early to surprise the fucker,” I spat before downing the last of my cocktail.

“Damn, you didn’t tell me that part!” Noms gasped, and Steve looked stunned before he chuckled and shook his head.

“Wasn’t really the big issue,” I said carefully as Raymond served Steve his drink and got to work on another for me.

“Well, damn, remind me never to get on your bad side.” Steve tipped his drink my way before taking a swig.

“Now I want to know exactly how that went down,” Noms said as she fixated those baby blue eyes on me. “Tell me how it all happened.”

I just smiled, although I knew a part of me was going to get hurt to high heaven by reliving that moment.

Why was it so hard to find someone to truly love me? She loved me, but I wanted the love of a loyal man, one who’d do anything for me, just like I would for him.

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SCARLET

Ireplayed the entire thing, sharing it with the three of them as the raunchy, sexually laden music played in the background. I told them how I’d ended work at the diner early, picking up Tommy’s favorite take-out and some ice-cream so we could watch a movie, and I’d changed into some fancy new lingerie I’d bought as part of my newly-engaged haul after he’d proposed.

I ignored the buzzing of my phone, and Noms even opted to take it away from me, ordering Raymond to keep it behind the bar.

I told them how I’d come home and found him not downstairs, where he’d normally be watching a game or playing the PlayStation. So I’d figured he’d be chilling out in bed or showering, and I’d crept upstairs. As soon as I’d heard the telltale signs of people fucking, I’d switched it up, barging in there and flinging the door open.

Rachel had screamed and scrambled off of him, shielding herself with the blanket as I’d marched over, seeing red.

Without a thought I’d thought as I’d punched her in the eye socket, and her pained scream as she fell on the bed holding her face had Tommy lunging for me.

His junk was on full display, not even wrapped, the fucker, and I’d reacted by punching him in the balls as he’d tried to calm me down.

I couldn’t say what he’d been saying, whether he’d been cursing me for punching her or begging my forgiveness, I’d been too focused on the blood pumping in my ears and the need to hurt them for the pain that had hit me.

I’d been used once again, betrayed and tossed aside. So much for Tommy not being like all the other men in my life.

I’d pushed all my emotions down as I’d spun away and tromped down the stairs, leaving the pair of them. They were made for one another if they were so willing to hurt me, Rachel had even pretended to be my friend.

They could go to Hell.

I’d not bothered to share my burning of his bar, not wanting Raymond to give me that sad look like one would a rabid pup who needed to be put down, or to scare off Steve, since he’d be paying big bucks for Noms later. Nommy, as he called her, the name she used here at work.

“I think you handled it with finesse,” Steve said with a bob of his head, and Noms and I shared cheeky smiles, doing our best not to laugh.

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