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How was I so oblivious to her sabotage?
Why didn’t I believe Eddie when he said he was too drunk and didn’t know what he was doing?
How did I not see any of this?
“Eddie started having a little too much fun. He was rubbing all over me, trying to get me to hook up with him that night. But you two were still together, and I knew that if I was the one he cheated on you with, it could ruin our friendship forever if you found out. So, I introduced him to my girl Jinafer because she always had a little crush on him. The second she flashed him her tits, he was gone, rubbing all over those perfect double D’s like a starving cannibal.” She grins evilly.
“There’s video evidence if you want to see it. But don’t be surprised when five minutes in, I join them, giving Eddiethe threesome he’s always wanted. Poor Eddie just couldn’t control how good it felt having two women take turns sucking his cock. He couldn’t say no to us, his body was just feeling way too good. I know I said I wouldn’t let it happen, but I was jealous and didn’t like watching him with someone else, not when it could’ve been me. Giving him a threesome was a necessary evil, and if I ever wanted to be with him, I needed to fulfill all his fantasies, even if it meant allowing him to fuck her while she ate out my pussy. We never fucked that night, but you should’ve seen how fast he blew his load all over my face after Jinafer was done with him. The next morning when he woke up, he felt like shit, barely remembering anything. He never remembered me joining them, just that he fucked Jinafer. So, I let him forget, and begged him to come clean to you, promising him you’d forgive him for it.”
“What in the actual fuck, Pippa?”
Fists clenching, I lose the battle with my tears, unable to hold them in a second longer. My best friend? He’s been sleeping with my best fucking friend! For the last year I’ve held in my feelings, fighting against the hostility and the resentment I’ve had towards Eddie over fucking Jinafer. I lost all my trust in him, all because my so-called best friend wanted us to break up. “Why would you do this to me?”
“There’s more,” she replies smugly. “You did a good job at hiding your feelings, I’ll give you that. You said you were okay, and even made it believable sometimes, but you know how well I read you. I could see how much he hurt you, and how hard you worked at hiding it. You didn’t trust him, and were having second thoughts about your relationship. That’s why I convinced you and Poppy to take that girl’s weekend in Vegas, needing to take full advantage of your vulnerability.”
I don’t like where this is going.
My stomach turns with unease. “Please tell me you didn’t—”
She cuts me off. “I’ve never seen you that happy before, Amber. You were freer there. You didn’t let Eddie hold you back, and were truly yourself. I watched you come out of your shell, loosen up, and just have fucking fun for once. That weekend wasn’t about Eddie; it was all about you. After a few rounds of shots, the truth came out. You word vomited to us about how you truly felt about Eddie, and that you couldn’t get past him cheating on you. You told us you were going to break up with him for good, and never look back. I almost believed you too until you broke down and had a fit in the middle of the bar, admitting how much you loved your boyfriend.”
As she spoke, memories that were locked away in my subconscious start to resurface. I thought I didn’t remember anything about Vegas, but that’s not true anymore. I remember it all… the dancing… the partying… a sexy Australian sweeping me off my feet… and her… I remember her dropping something into my drink.
“Did you drug me?” I question. “That night in Vegas when I went home with Ryder, I remember thinking I saw you slip something into my drink, but dismissed it because I had a piece of fluff clinging to my eyelashes. Was I seeing things, or did you drug me just like you drugged Eddie?”
Pippa shrugs her shoulders.
“Does it matter if I did?”
My fist flies before I have a chance to stop it, striking her face, an army of hits following. She lands on her ass, and I attack, tearing at her dress, wanting to rip the flimsy fabric off her.
Her hands wrap around my neck, fingers digging, her strength a little weak because of the alcohol.
“Fuck you!” I choke out, fighting to remove her hands. Her nails swipe at my face, drawing blood.
Blood spatters on my dress as dirt and leaves stain the off-white fabric. The dress didn’t cost much, but it was mine, and now she was ruining that too. My entire world has just been uprooted and shoved down my throat, and it doesn’t taste good at all. I see a potted plant nearby and smash it over her head, breaking her hold on my throat, hoping to knock her the fuck out, but the bitch felt nothing.
“Why did you do this to me?” I’m crying out of anger and heartbreak; each tear a painful reminder of her and Eddie’s betrayal. “Why pick now to tell me? You’ve had plenty of chances over the last few weeks. Why tell me today?”
Pippa rubs at her head, barely affected by the bump already forming. She’s fucking empty inside, her eyes void of emotion, her body rigid like a stone statue—a shell of the girl I thought was my friend.
“I gotta make the finishing blow epic. If I didn’t tell you now, I’d lose him forever.”
“I’m going to kill you!” I rage, attacking her again, this time tugging her hair extensions until they’ve been torn from her skull. The more I think about Eddie being with Pippa, the more my stomach knots and coils with resentment.
Could I still marry him knowing he has strung my best friend along all these years? He fucking lied to me! I’ve given him tons of chances to come clean, and he promised me no more lies. Liar! All this time I thought he loved me, but he’s just been stringing me along too, fucking playing me all along.
My fist connects with her face just as she rips the sleeve of my dress, exposing my strapless bra. My hand snaps her head to the side, nails leaving a satisfying scratch that slices her from ear to nose. She briefly babies it with her hand, then her feet connect with my stomach, sending me flying backward,my head knocking into a nearby stool. It stuns me long enough for her to tackle me by the waist, throwing me to the ground, the dust kicking up around us as goes for another cheap shot, ripping my dress even more.
Neither one of us fights fairly, jabbing at pressure points, breaking skin as nails go flying. I’m done with this bitch. She’s ruined my life for far too long, and she’s about to learn exactly why you don’t fuck with Amber Collins. But before I can land another punch, the door to the garden creaks open, and all I hear is, “Oh fuck!”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Eddie
When I arrive at the chapel, I find Mallory and Poppy standing there without my bride. My heart immediately plummets, and every worst-case scenario goes through my head.
“Hey girls, where’s Amber?”
