Page 68 of The Forbidden Villain
Sex for him is just a sport. He probably doesn’t even care with whom he does it.
And the worst part is, I can’t even blame him, because he’s young and single, so why shouldn’t he take what’s willingly offered, anyway?
Sighing, I sit on the bed and scroll through various messages and wince, feeling exhausted just reading them.
Hey! Just wanted to check on you. I hope you are okay. We’re having lunch at our usual place today. We’d love for you to join us. Love you.
Your brothers won’t be there.
Since it’s a group chat that the girls created against my will, Emmaline’s message comes right after.
We won’t talk about yesterday if you don’t want to. We can discuss our dresses for the wedding.
The idea of meeting Aileen after I got off on her brother’s tongue makes me nauseous. I can’t constantly avoid them, though, because it would hurt them.
Being broken and distant is one thing, but selfish toward my sisters-in-law who did nothing wrong? Whole other thing.
Glancing at the clock, I notice I have around an hour to get ready.
I’ll be there.
They heart-react my reply, and I focus on the other messages.
I know you’re new to this whole friendship thing, so here is a little tip. Friends don’t ditch each other at the club.
I’m so sorry. I just had to get out of there.
Relax, girl. The auctions were hilarious, so I had fun. Although I dipped once people started making out left and right. Like I said, watching people get off isn’t my thing.
Not sure how I’m supposed to react to this information, so I just thumbs-up her reply as she types something else. I wonder why Scarlett even bothers to be my friend.
All these great women wanting to be close to me astonishes me every day, considering my attachment and psychological issues prevent me from bonding with anyone.
My first reaction is to flee or ruin it. How long might one accept such behavior before giving up on the person entirely?
Maybe that’s why I do everything in my power to push them all away, because losing them would hurt too much.
Your brothers signed everything. Congrats on becoming a very rich woman, Lavender. I’ll keep you posted on the paperwork, and once it’s complete, we’ll set up all your bank accounts and credit cards.
Instant guilt hits me at this.
Despite my lashing out at my brothers in front of their in-laws, they kept their promise.
No need to feel guilty.
Are these lawyers now mind readers?
You know what’s better than guilt? Gifts. I love penthouses. I have one in Boston but not in New York.
Laughter rumbles in my throat.
Noted.
How was last night, by the way?
And just like that, my mood sours again.
I did a stupid thing last night.
