Page 47 of Cream Pie

“You’re the little whore who fucked my fiancé in Thailand.”

The whole world freezes, and my jaw almost hits the ground. It feels like there’s a knife twisting inside of me, and I gasp for words, feeling like I’m going to collapse.

“You dirty little tramp,” she suddenly hisses at me, her face instantly dropping the fake smile as she sneers at me.

“I know my Javier has a big appetite, you little slut. When we’re married that shit ends, but, well, he has his dalliances now.” Her eyes burn into me, and that thin, evil smile comes back.

“Oh, you poor thing!” She coos patronizingly. “Did you think…” she laughs. “Did you think it was more than just him getting a taste of you? Oh honey.”

She makes a tsking sound with her teeth and shakes her head patronizingly at me.

“See, I know who else you are, too. Marshall Bane’s daughter,” She gasps and dramatically puts a hand over her heart.

“Now does daddy know you’ve been fucking his right-hand man?”

My whole body begins to crumple, but she just keeps smiling at me horribly as she slowly shakes her head.

“Why you dirty, disgusting girl. I bet Marshall has no idea, does he?” She sighs heavily. “Well, that’s not right at all, so it’s a good thing I took plenty of pictures in Thailand to show him!”

I sputter for words, feeling cold and numb. But when she nods at the kitchen counter, the spell breaks enough for me to stumble towards the it.

Oh God.

The glossy pictures are strewn across the marble—pictures of us dancing that first night, pictures of us through a window of my cabana—half naked and making out.

Oh my God…

The panic and the hurt and the anger explode through me, and I choke out a gasp as I snatch them up and start to rip. It’s like a dream-like frenzy as I shred and tear them to pieces, and it’s not until it’s done and I’m half sobbing that I realize she’s laughing behind me. I turn, my face white and haggard as I stare at this horrible, horrible woman.

I want to scream that this can’t be real—that she’s clearly just some crazy person. But then, she’s here, in his apartment, prancing around in lingerie. And clearly, she was in Thailand, too.

“Oh you poor stupid girl!” she giggles cruelly. “Those were copies, obviously, you bitch.” Her smile fades until she’s suddenly snarling at me with cold eyes.

“Now get the fuck out of here, and stay the fuck away from my fiancé—!”

The door to the penthouse suddenly swings open behind me, and I whirl to see Javier stepping inside. His face instantly goes cold, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as he takes in the scene before him.

“You,” he snarls, baring his teeth as he glares at the woman. His eyes dart to me and then back to her, his whole body stiffening and clenching.

“What the fuck did you do!”

“Me,” Jackie gasps, placing a hand on her chest and looking shocked. “Honey, I just—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Javier growls darkly before he turns to me, his face drawn and lined.

“Amy—”

“No.”

The word falls from my lips in a whisper, my head slowly shaking back and forth.

“Damnit, Amy, listen to me!” he growls. “She’s full of shit! Whatever she told you—”

“She told me enough,” I croak, taking a step back as he moves towards me.

His eyes drop to the shredded and torn pictures, and I watch him freeze suddenly.

“Oh fuck,” Javier says quietly.

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