I hit the phone button and called her. One, two, three rings and I knew it’s about to go to voicemail. I should hang up, only I couldn’t.
“Who’s the creeper now? Did you take that image or was it your reliable resource? I think you should really rethink those you base your choices on. If you want to think the blonde in the photo is some girl I’ve moved on with then go ahead. But just so you know you couldn’t be more wrong.” I paused when I knew my anger was getting the best of me. All kinds of things were on the tip of my drunken tongue I knew I would regret later. “So fucking wrong.”
I ended the call and tossed my phone to the end of my bed. I heard it hit the floor and fell back against the pillow once more. If Jade only knew that she was being considered some bimbo I was moving on with I knew she’d be searching out Darcy herself. Honestly, what the fuck? That bitch took a picture of me and sent it to Ruby as if I were doing something wrong.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ruby
I entered the kitchen to find Bianca standing in front of it, bent over in nothing more than a t-shirt. My father’s t-shirt, to be exact.
She must have heard my gasp because she stood and turned around to face me. “Oh, sorry.” She didn’t look even slightly apologetic. In fact, she smirked and gripped the hem of my father’s oversized t-shirt, lifting it slightly, fully exposing her bare hip. Call me naïve but I wasn’t stupid enough to believe she was actually wearing anything beneath. “It was a late night.” She clicked her tongue and I felt my stomach grow sour. “We hit it pretty hard.”
I shivered at the thought.
“I mean the preparations for our meetings.”
“Yeah.” I forced myself to be polite though she was obviously nothing more than a sleazy bimbo trying her hardest to make me feel uncomfortable.
“I find it strange that a college girl spends most of her time hiding in her room. Still living at home seems strange. I know when I was in college I was out enjoying the college life.”
“I’m sure you were.” The images rolling around in my mind seemed to suit her. “Maybe you could convince my father to let me move into a dorm. My tuitions are covered, but he’s insistent on keeping me here.”
“Maybe I can.” It’s like a light bulb just came on in her mind.
“Then you and him would have the run of the house, no interruptions and all.”
She might be a sleaze but if she could manage to convince my father to loosen the reins while still paying for my fees, I’d be forced to like her, even if it were just a little.
An hour later I was sitting in Vera’s living room trying my hardest to forget the images that Bianca forced upon me.
“She actually said hitting it hard?” Vera laughed and I glared at her. “I’m sorry, honey. I know he’s your father but I just can’t imagining that man hitting anything hard. If you know what I mean.”
“Stop!” I shivered and her laughter grew louder. “It’s disgusting. I don’t think she’s much older than me.”
“He always had a thing for younger girls.”
My eyes practically bugged out of my head.
“Think about it, your mother was seven years younger than him.”
“Yeah.” I guess it didn’t feel the same as now. “But he is fifty-two and this woman, girl, whatever you want to call her, can’t be more than twenty-five. I know why he’s doing it.”
“Or doing her…”
“Stop!” I pretend to gag. “But why is she?”
“I know it’s not due to his bedroom skills, because your mom said those weren’t the greatest.”
“Oh my God, why?” Vera laughed so hard she snorted and it reminded me of my mother and the times the two of them would drink wine late at night out by the pool and share old stories. The joy my mother found in her best friend was some of my greatest memories of her.
“It’s the money, the freedom.” Vera reined in her laughter, I tried to be serious. “He can provide her financial stability.”
“So she’s looking for an older man to take care of her?” Vera nods. “Well, that’s just gross.”
“You could always stay here.” I loved her for offering but my father would never go for it. He was never a fan of Vera. I had a much better chance of moving