Page 103 of Heartbreaker

Expensive perfume clogs my nose.

Fake tits press into my arm.

What thefuck?

“Royal, darling, is that you?”

The voice is nails on a chalkboard and a bucket of ice cold water dumped over me, all at once.

Banks curses and I slowly spin to face her.

Amber.

Christ, she looks even more plastic than before—still beautiful, but any of the soft beauty she once had has been replaced by fillers and Botox. Objectively gorgeous, but I prefer a certain petite brunette with a sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t approve your membership,” I say dryly, brushing her hand away and taking a deliberate step back.

“Iknowwe didn’t,” Banks mutters.

“Well, no matter,” Amber says. “I don’t have a membership.” She waves a hand nonchalantly through the air. “My boyfriend does.”

“Great.” I turn away from her, lock eyes with Jade.

“Aren’t you even curious about who I’m with?” she asks. “I mean, I used to be your wife and all.”

I glance at her over my shoulder. “I stopped caring about who you fuck when you divorced my crippled ass.”

She waves her hand again, as though those words were a small detail.

And fuck, I forgot how much I used to hate when she did that.

“I thought you’d be overjoyed that I found someone worthy of me,” she drawls.

“You thought wrong.”

Her eyes are calculating, but I don’t have time to deal with her particular brand of bullshit today. I start for the table again.

“I don’t think I’m wrong.”

The calculation has reached her voice now, and my lungs grow tight, my stomach knots. When she gets like this…she’s mean as a snake.

I need to get Jade the fuck out of here.

Now.

But my feet aren’t obeying that thought.

Slowly, I turn back to face her.

Amber’s smile is?—

Decidedly snake-like.

And, of fucking course, that’s exactly when I feel Jade’s hand slide into mine, the contrast between her touch and Amber’s as she comes close, as she presses into my side almost comical.

Right and wrong.

Amber’s dark brown eyes slide to the side, drift down, and her smile widens. “Who’s this?” she asks, as though talking about a child or a dog.

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