Moans, a disgustingly wet slapping sound, and the smell of sex overtook my senses. I was moving before I even realized it. A bitter bullet lodged in my gut as I stood in my living room.
Preston and that blonde from the coffee shop, Bridgette I think, were fucking on my white leather couch, oblivious to me in their own infidelity.
“How could you?” My voice came out in a low whisper but was loud enough to stop them.
Preston jumped off her and covered his exposed dick with a throw pillow and Bridgette grabbed a throw blanket to wrap around herself.
The worst part of it? Bridgette had it in her to look guilty, and Preston didn’t look like he felt a damn thing.
“You’re exactly why women don’t trust other women. You knew he was engaged. You fucking met me.” I shook with anger and pointed at the door. “Get the fuck out,” I told her.
Her eyes widened and she jumped off the couch to grab the clothes she could find and rushed out of the house with her keys. She never spoke a word.
I felt Asher place his hand on the small of my back but I didn’t take my eyes off Preston.
“We haven’t had sex in months, Faith. You’re a great lay but what do you expect me to do?” he asked, as he held the pillow tighter. His eyes drifted to Asher. “You haven’t tried to fuck since this fucker came around.”
“Don’t bring him into this.” My voice cracked. “I’m not the one who cheated.”
He snorted. “I bet you have though. I’m sure you’ve been fucking him too.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. “No, I haven’t. I could never cheat. It’s disgusting.”
He glanced down. “You told me yourself you still had feelings for him. You can’t honestly tell me you haven’t even kissed him.”
“We almost have, prick,” Asher seethed. I glanced over at him. His jaw was set and his eyes were murderous. “But guess what? She couldn’t give in because she was still faithful to you.”
I looked at Preston who curled his lips at me in icy contempt. “The only reason I agreed to date you was because your father has a big name. Marrying you was his idea, not mine. Why should I have to settle down?”
His words were a slap in the face. “My father? You’re fucking kidding me.” I rubbed my forehead.
“No baby, I’m not.”
“Don’t call her that,” Asher gritted out.
Preston smirked at him.
“Did you ever love me? Even a little?” I asked, remembering how doting he was when we first got together.
The smirk never fell from his face. “I enjoyed my time with you. You’re gorgeous, you’re kinky, and you loved being fucked however I gave it. I just can’t be with one woman. Especially one who stopped putting out once I proposed.”
I felt dirty. Preston said all that in front of Asher and now he knew too. He treated me like a toy, and all because of my father? I couldn’t fathom how anyone could do that.
Asher stepped in front of me and his fists clenched at his sides. He shielded me from Preston’s gaze. “You mother fucker—”
I grabbed his arm. “He’s not worth it.”
He nodded. “Get everything you need for now. Luca and I will come back to get the rest later.”
I hesitated at the thought of leaving them together before I walked back into the bedroom, grabbed a few suitcases and stuffed all my clothes in them along with the toiletries from the bathroom. My laptop and phone were still in Asher’s car. I was on auto-pilot, not stopping to let my emotions in.
I went back into the living room, dragging the suitcases behind me. Asher and Preston were shouting at each other, about me. I couldn’t comprehend it. I was just numb.
I didn’t love Preston, nor did I want to be with him anymore, but that didn’t mean his betrayal didn’t hurt.
Preston glared at me. “Were you seriously going to break off the engagement? Even before you knew about her?”
I slipped off the engagement ring from my finger. “I don’t love you.” I chucked the ring at him. It hit him in the chest and bounced off onto the floor, rolling under the coffee table. “You’re a pig. Mags was right all along.”
His nostrils flared and he glared at the floor where the ring rolled.
“We’ll be back for the rest of her things tomorrow.” Asher grabbed my suitcases and walked behind me out of the house I had come to think of as home the past few months. How wrong I was.
I desensitized my body and mind as I sat in the corner of Asher’s plush black sectional. My thumb hovered over my father’s name on the phone. Asher called Mags, Eve, and Luca to come over so I wouldn’t be alone. I appreciated the sentiment, but I’d have rather been alone. I hadn’t had time to process what had happened.
“They should be here soon.” Asher’s hand rested on my shoulder. “I’ll order some pizza. What kind do you want?”
I shrugged. “I’m not hungry.”
“Why don’t you call him? Go out on the balcony in my bedroom. It’ll give you some privacy.”
I glanced up at him and smiled. “Where’s your bedroom?”
His hand shifted and fanned over my collarbone. “Upstairs, second door on the right.”
I got up and ignored the tingles from his touch. I trekked up the white-carpeted stairs and to his bedroom. I opened the door and gasped at how nice it was. It had an ash-gray carpet, a king-size bed, and the color scheme was gray and white. There were two bay windows leading out to the concrete balcony, allowing sunlight to flood into the room. I grabbed the handles and pushed open the doors. The night air whooshed over me as I stepped out.
I inhaled the scent of the country air. As comfortable as I had gotten in the suburbs, nothing came close to being away from civilization.
