Page 39 of The Jackpot Screwer
It led to the two bedrooms and bathroom and I guessed that was probably where I’d find him.
“Carter.”
“Shit.”
The voice I heard wasn’t Carter’s and was a little too feminine to be that of a burglar—or maybe that was me being sexist.
“Oh my God.”
Whoever it was started to groan and pant heavily. My heart started to pump rapidly, and my throat felt as dry as the desert as the noise of my rushing blood and that of the moaning thudded loudly in my ears.
The bedroom door was ajar and when I peeped through my nightmare became reality. I was right, it was a woman and she was writhing around underneath Carter.
“Oh my God, how could you?” I cried, tears burning my eyes.
“Bronte, no,” she called.
I looked closer and was shocked to see Nancy Andrews’ face peering at me over Carter’s shoulder. Her face was crimson, and her hair was a mess as she clung onto his shoulders.
I gasped as the douche canoe who I’d thought I’d wanted to make a life with, nestled closer to her and wrapped his arms tighter around her. He was either totally oblivious that I was there or didn’t give a shit at how many pieces my heart was shattering into.
“I-I hate you,” I cried, turning to run, only hearing Nancy’s voice resounding in my ears as I bolted the apartment block into the parking lot.
“What the hell is wrong?” My brother asked as I ran into him.
I’d given him a ride into town as he wanted to go to the bank while I visited with Carter, but he must have finished and been looking for me as he was walking toward Carter’s apartment building.
“I-I can’t say,” I cried.
His arms came around me and held me tight against his chest as I sobbed and desperately tried to erase what I’d just seen from my memory.
“Sis, what is it?”
I gulped in the air my shoulders shuddering up and down. “C-C-Carter and N-N-Nancy.”
When I let out a loud, shrieking cry, my brother pulled his head back and grimaced. “Shit, Bronte, that was loud.”
“I’m heartbroken,” I yelled. “What do you expect?”
Another loud sob pushed out of my mouth, but this time Shaw pulled me closer to him and tightened his arms.
“Tell me. What about Carter and Nancy?” he soothed, brushing a hand down my hair.
I shook my head, unable to say the words or articulate what I’d seen.
“Sis, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” he whispered against my ear. Another sob and my brother’s hand rubbed up and down my back. “Tell me.”
“I went up there.”
Shaw nodded. “Yeah, I know, so what happened? Did you argue?”
“No,” I sobbed shaking my head. “He was in bed with Nancy Andrews.”
Shaw held me away from his body and stared at me. “Say what?”
“Carter was in bed with Nancy when I got to his apartment. He didn’t even look at me.”
“What!” Shaw’s eyes went wide and his nostrils flared as he looked down on me. “The father of your kid was in bed with another woman?”
