Page 76 of Forgotten Prejudice

“That was clearly inside the lines!” he shouted back, already walking toward the net with his racket pointed at me.

“Bullshit. It was a clear out, you dipshit.” I also began walking until we were in each other’s faces with only the net separating us.

“Of course you’re going to start calling me names instead of sticking to actual facts, such as this serve being a perfect ace.”

“Calling you names?” I snorted. “What are you, five?”

He frowned. “Excuse me for having proper English. And besides, it doesn’t matter. What matters is your inability to lose with dignity. Therefore, you’re lying in an attempt to steal the win.”

“Steal the win?” I challenged him, enjoying the rage forming on his face.

“Yes. Just like you stole that kiss.”

I didn’t see that coming, but knowing he was still bothered by Ash’s and my kiss felt pretty sweet to me, and the anger I felt thus far shifted into satisfaction.

“You’re really bothered by it, aren’t you?” I poked the tip of his cap and nudged it off his big head. “By the way, you missed a button.” I pointed at his perfectly buttoned polo, knowing it would probably annoy the shit out of him. And it did, telling by his pissed expression. Thanks to Mel, I knew about his ODD or CDD or whatever the fuck it was called. Point was, he was a fucking weirdo. Honestly, if it were anyone else, I would have had some empathy for their mental health, but it was him, so fuck it. The guy was a freak.

Soren checked his shirt, then ground his teeth together before he shook his head.

“Aren’t you a pain,” he laughed to himself. “Just like a bone stuck in your throat.” He looked back at me, a smile on his face. “It really is a shame you didn’t end up dead in some ditch with a needle in your arm.”

My eyes went wide, and I gaped at him. “Did you actually just say that?”

“Did I stutter?”

The son of a bitch just admitted to my fucking face he wished I was dead? What the fuck was up with this dude.

“You’re fucking crazy,” I hissed at his face while gripping my racket harder, feeling my knuckles going numb.

“Am I?”

“Just wait until I tell Ash about that little trick you pulled the other day. I bet he’ll dump your ass the minute he hears about it.” I was still not over seeing those two fuck, and as embarrassing as it might be to tell Ash about it, he needed to know he was dating a psycho.

Not wanting to stick around Soren for another minute, I turned to walk when his words made me pause.

“You didn’t ask what party I’m hosting.”

Confused, I turned around to face him, my brows narrowed. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I told you earlier that I’m hosting a rather big party. Aren’t you interested in knowing what the celebration is for?”

My heart seemed to stop as my blood turned cold. By the smile on his face, I knew I wouldn’t like the next words to come out of his poisonous mouth.

“Oh my, look how pale you’ve gotten.” He huffed and cocked his head to the side, his cruel eyes looking down on me. “Relax, Kai. It’s not a wedding. Yet,” he sneered, then picked his hat back from the ground. “It’s a farewell party.”

I stepped forward. “What?”

Tucking his racket under his arm, Soren cleaned the dust from his hat before putting it back on. “Ashton and I are moving to NYC. I thought you might want to know.”

Ain’t no fucking way.

“You’re joking, right?” I shook my head. “I just told you I’ll tell him everything.” There was no doubt that once Ash heard how Soren played with him, he’d get rid of him.

“Is that a threat?” he asked, sounding unfazed.

I had a bad feeling about going on with this conversation, but I couldn’t leave it as it was. This man needed to understand he had no place in our life.

“Because if it is, it’s rather weak. Don’t you think?” He scrunched up his face, amusement written all over it. “How about this… You open your mouth and spit one word in Ashton’s direction, and I’ll make sure to end you.”