Page 91 of Princess of Pride
Maybe she’s not as prim and proper as I thought. And how many years are we talking about? Sharing what? Sex? A relationship?
“I don’t want to make this harder on either of us. That was never my intention. I…” She sighs and touches his sweater near the hem. “I never meant to develop feelings. I wish I hadn’t. I wish I didn’t want to tear my clothes off and have you bend me over this desk the way you used to.”
My stomach rolls. That’s enough of show-and-tell for me. I stand but end up falling back onto my ass with anoof.
“Emery?” Lachlan stares at me with confusion and anger. “Fuck,” he hisses and stalks toward the couch.
“No, no.” I slur and wave him off as I slide to the far side and try to stand again.
Rory opens the door and takes in the situation. His features fall. “Fuck.”
“You’re damn right.” Lachlan glares at him. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“You told me to entertain her.” He shrugs.
So thiswasa set up. I knew it! With the help of the arm of the couch, I finally stand. The room tilts and my stomach sloshes.No. Not here. I gag and cover my mouth to keep from vomiting.
“Trashcan!” Lachlan orders.
My eyes blur as I fight the soup and Scotch Whisky at the back of my throat.
“Here.” Lachlan reaches me, holding out the small trashcan.
As hard as I try not to get sick in front of an audience, especially this audience, I fail. Clumsily, I snatch the trashcan, drop onto the couch, and place it between my legs a second before vomiting.
It burns and smells. Lachlan crouches near me trying to help me hold back my hair. If I could, I’d shove him away.
“Stop,” I murmur as my stomach spasms, threatening to come up next.
“Christ, how much scotch did you give her?” Lachlan calls out.
“No more than usual,” Rory answers.
“Usual for us,” Lachlan barks. “Not for her.”
“Oh god. I can smell it,” Kat says and gags. “I have to get out of here.”
Kill me.
Lachlan hands me some tissues. I take them and wipe my mouth. After a deep inhale, I wipe the sweat from my forehead and straighten.
“Better?” Lachlan asks.
I nod and avert my gaze, the humiliation too much. This is the final straw. One way or another, I’m leaving this castle.
Lachlan takes a bottled water from the coffee table. Guess Donald brought it while I was sleeping.
He twists the top off and hands it to me. “Sip it.”
“Fuck off,” I whisper but follow his orders. I’d kill for a toothbrush and privacy.
Lachlan sits beside me and puts his arm around me. “Can you walk?”
I weakly push his hands away and slowly stand. My stomach doesn’t roll, but I can’t say I’m at full capacity. Like a granny with bad knees, I creep forward.
“Dammit, let me help you.” Lachlan appears behind me.
I hold up a hand for him to back off. I can’t with him right now. I hate that I’m jealous at how effortlessly Kat seems to move through life. Now that I know she’s some vixen who’s been sleeping with Lachlan for years I feel even more inadequate. I hate that, too, because I was just starting to feel differently.
