Page 81 of Mr. Edwards
“I know… I just needed some time to digest?—”
“Ashton,” Emma says, appearing in the doorway.
“Let’s go, Carlee,” Grayson says.
He must be smoking crack if he thinks I’m leavingEmma here with that twat. “I’m not leaving her alone with him.”
“Have it your way.” Before I even realize what’s happening, I’m scooped up and thrown over Grayson’s shoulder.
“Put me down.”
His hand comes down to swat my ass hard. “Not a chance in hell.”
In turn, I rain my own blows on his perfectly round, firm backside. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to get the message across.
Only once we’re back in my apartment, and he’s locked the door, does he gently place me back on my feet.
As I adjust my clothes, he retreats a few steps.
Smart man.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“It was for your own good,” he says, holding his hands up in front of him. “Let the two of them work it out. It has nothing to do with us.”
Ugh.
I stamp my foot like a child. I’m so pissed right now… correction,I’m nuclear. I’m going to junk punch Ashton, so hard, he’s going to choke on his tiny man balls.
“Formyown good? Are you kidding me? You heard what she said, he abandoned her at the hospital the moment the doctor told her she was carrying his child. Who does that? We were the ones that had to go and get her. I was the one who had to hold her while she sobbed in my arms.” I feel tears rise to my eyes. He’s a low-down dirty cunt for doing that to her. The lowest of low. I grind my clenched fist into my palm as I continue. “If that doesn’t deserve a beatdown, I don’t know what does.”
“A beatdown?” he says, chuckling.
I swat his chest. “This isn’t funny.”
His hands rise a little higher; I’m not sure if it’s to pacify me or to shield himself. “Let me explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain. He’s an asshole.”
“I know why he did it.”
“There’s nothing you can say that will make this okay, Grayson.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Can you hear yourself?” I yell. “I’m sick of you defending that douche.”
Stepping around him, I march toward the front door, ready to return to Emma’s to wreak havoc on Ashton’s sorry ass, but Grayson snags me around the waist again. On instinct I widen my stance, wrap my fingers tightly around his arm, twist my body, and jut out my hip, flipping him over my shoulder. He lands on the ground with a thud.
“For fuck’s sake, Carlee, will you stop doing that?”
I take another step forward. I need to stop using my ninja skills on him, but in all honesty, he really did deserve that one.
His hand comes out, snagging my ankle. “Sunshine,” he pleads.
“Don’t you dare sunshine me.”
“Babe, calm down. Let me explain. At least hear me out and if you’re still not convinced, I’ll walk you back over there myself.” I narrow my eyes because I don’t believe him for a second.
