Page 90 of Withholding Nothing

“Considering that I’ve hardly said anything to you or—”

“I know you’re fucking him, you little slut,” she spat. “Tell me, how good do I taste every time you kiss him?” The sneer on her face grew wider as she took a few steps closer. I was tired of playing her game. Now I’d give her a taste of her own nasty medicine.

I shrugged. “Not sure. Don’t taste anyone but myself after he’s licked me into several orgasms. You were an idiot to have let him go.”

“I’d advise you to watch your fucking mouth, Ashley—”

“It’s Ashton, and you can get the fuck over yourself,” I countered, turning to face her. She glared at me, encouraging me to continue. “But you know what, Kayla? I totally get your pain. I mean if I once had O’Shea’s long, thick cock fucking me and then lost it, I’d probably go psycho, too. Poor you.”

Kayla lunged at me. “You fucking bitch—”

“What is going on in here?” another voice said. Michelle walked into view and looked at Kayla in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

Kayla glared at me before forcing a sweet smile and turning back to Michelle. “We’re just talking, Mama Chelle,” she lied. Before anyone could say anything, the buzzer in Michelle’s hand went off.

“It looks like our table is ready,” Michelle said. Kayla stormed out of the bathroom, leaving Michelle and I alone. “Are you okay, honey?”

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’m fine, thank you.”

“Don’t let her get to you. I don’t know what her problem is.”

“I won’t. Thank you.”

She nodded and gestured toward the door. “Shall we?” she asked. I nodded and followed her out, colliding into O’Shea’s hard chest as soon as I turned the corner.

“Jesus, you’re like a brick wall,” I muttered.

His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at me. “You okay? I had to send my mom in there after you two because I don’t trust her being alone with you,” he said. I gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go eat.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, O’Shea. I'm the mother of your child and yet you're worrying about that bitch," she spat.

"Oh, fuck off, you bitter cunt," I retorted. Kayla looked at me with wide eyes, her nostrils flaring. Olivia put a hand on her chest, a cheeky grin forming on her lips.

"Oh shit! My girl has some balls after all," she said and laughed. Kayla took a step toward me, her white teeth showing as she snarled at me.

"Listen here, white girl—"

"Our table's ready! How about we follow the waiter to it so we can eat, please?“ Michelle interrupted, waving the vibrating buzzer in her hand. Kayla took a deep breath, looked me up and down, and turned to walk off behind the others.

"Don't let her get to you," O’Shea murmured, placing his hand on the small of my back.

"How the hell did you even end up with her? She's so not your type," I whispered.

"Sometimes I wonder that myself," he said with the shake of his head.

"Welcome to Olive Garden. I'm Dennis and I'll be your waiter this afternoon," a tall man with dark hair said after we settled into our seats. "Can I start you off with some drinks?" he asked, looking around the table. Michelle and O’Shea ordered water, while the rest of us chose wine. Michelle looked at Kayla in surprise.

"Honey, you shouldn't be drinking wine if you're pregnant," she said. The waiter also looked at Kayla and gave her a small smile.

"Can I get you something else?"

Kayla rolled her eyes and blew an annoyed breath. "Whatever. Just get me a lemonade."

The waiter nodded and left the table. Paris rested her elbows on the table and turned her attention to me.

"So how did you and my brother meet to become roommates?" she asked. I glanced at him, wondering what he’d already told them. I wasn’t too sure how it would look to his mother to know her son had called phone sex lines, so I figured it would be better to leave that part out.

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