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She was blatantly side stepping, was she really trying to lie about something I could so easily unpick?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I pushed the feelings of hurt into the bottom of my stomach.

“Surely, I don’t have to draw you a picture?” She pushed off the door and moved closer, not quite getting in my face, but almost.

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying.”

Her perfectly plucked eyebrows inched towards her bright red hairline. “Ask him,” she bated with a condescending edge. The catty little bint. Hell was probably wallpapered with all her deleted selfies.

Sighing, I replied. “So, what if you have? He’s with me now. Going forward is all I’m bothered about Molly.”

“But don’t you see? You’re stepsiblings and therefore considered the forbidden fruit, that’s the only reason he wanted you.” The snidey bitch. I felt my fingers curl into a fist.

“I need to go. Jaxon is taking me to the coast. Please move out of my way.” I said the bit about my plans with Jaxon on purpose, suddenly feeling the need to strike back. I knew it was mean but what could I do? I certainly wasn’t about to bend over and take everything the little cow was dishing out.

She stood to the side as I moved to pull the door open.

“Just remember, when he’s fucking you, how many other girls have there been before you. And they never last,” Molly snickered.

“Whatever, you need to get over yourself,” I replied, having finally had enough of the exchange. What she said as I left the room sank through my skin, right to the bone, tearing me in two.

“I heard that first time together was nothing but a pity fuck due to your daddy issues.”

My entire body stiffened and I twisted my head to the side without making eye contact.

“As I said. My relationship with Jaxon has nothing to do with you. I suggest you get over it.”

I then walked out with my head held high, closing the living room door gently behind me as I went to find my coat.

My discussion had left a bad taste in my mouth. Did that mean that Jaxon had told Molly about our night together at the hotel?

Hell yes, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but it was far from good.

Thirteen

As I found my coat, I saw Jaxon through the side window by the front door. He was standing in front of his car and the bonnet was up. What now? Had Molly cut the fucking brakes or something to hijack our trip. Probably.

I was still smarting from what she’d said and knew I needed to have it out with him but I didn’t want to bring that bitch into our time together. Later that night at dinner I knew it was the intention to tell everyone, and therefore this was our last secret outing together and I needed it to be special.

As I approached the car, Jaxon was just dropping the bonnet. His hands were oily and he wiped them on a rag before turning towards me with a smile.

“Problem?” I questioned, gesturing to the car.

He shook his head. “Not at all. Justing checking the oil. You, OK?”

Stopping before him, I pulled my coat further around my body. It was a black belted raincoat and not the warmest.

My nose scrunched. “Yes, I’m fine. Why?”

Had he managed to notice that there was something wrong so quickly? I was certain I’d used my breezy voice.

Jaxon moved past me towards the boot of the Ranger Rover which was also open and threw the rag into the back.

“You’re just a bit pale,” he replied, slamming the boot, and opening the passenger door for me.

I smiled, now was not the time. Maybe I’d bring something up when we got to the sea. “I’m always pale.”

Jaxon gestured towards the car with a sweep of his arm, now Mr Chivalrous. “Good point. After you.”

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