Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,45
on the table. Then I turned, looking the devil straight in the eye, and sent her an ugly smile. “No.”
She gasped and reared back as if I’d slapped her. Her beautiful face creased with rage.
“How dare you refuse me?” Sylvia stood, glaring down at me. “You owe me.”
“For what? For not aborting me like you did the three pregnancies after I was born?”
Harmony gasped as Sylvia drew her hand back and swung it toward my face.
I caught her wrist and held her with a stony glare. “It’s time to go, princess.”
“Yeah,” Harmony said on a long, low exhalation.
Sylvia yanked her hand from my hold and sneered. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was interrupting the addition to your bucket list.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about, and I don’t care,” I barked, shoving my chair back and standing.
“I read that disgusting article they printed about your bucket list. How you wanted to sleep with a woman from every state.” She scoffed and homed in on Harmony. “Is this hillbilly your entry for Kentucky?”
Harmony started to rise from her chair but froze midway. Her crushed expression landed on me like an anvil. I briefly closed my eyes and shook my head.
“That article was a lie.”
“Oh, really?” Sylvia tsked. “I bet the tabloids would pay handsomely for some truths.”
Anger rolled through me. “Bribery and blackmail? That’s a little low, even for you.” I drawled, stepping around the table and helping Harmony to her feet.
“Tell me, Rosner, are you still fucking my ex-best friend, Angie? Or have you grown bored sticking your cock into forty-nine-year-old pussy?”
“Oh, god,” Harmony gasped, darting a horror-stricken glance between me and Sylvia.
“You didn’t tell your little hippy about Angie, did you, Rosner?” Sylvia cackled.
“Shut up,” I growled.
“It’s true. Rosner has been fucking my ex-best friend for years. It’s all quite scandalous. An ugly, disgusting, disgraceful scandal. Angie had it all. Money, prestige, and me. We headed up numerous fund raisers, took tennis lessons together, spent time at the spa…all the usual. We were inseparable until she decided she was unhappy, so she walked away from everything. Do you believe it? Walked away from all that money? She left the city and where did she go? Why, straight to Chicago…to Rosner after he left rehab. Then she fucked him…fucked my only son. I know she did because she called me, rife with grief, and begged my forgiveness. Of course, I didn’t give it to the ignorant cow. It’s quite obvious that Angie is still fucking Rosner stupid since he clearly doesn’t have the sense to help his own mother when she desperately needs it.”
Rage erupted like a volcano. Tamping down my fury, I gently cupped Harmony’s elbow and ushered her toward the door.
Sylvia raced after us, spewing more venom.
“Don’t let him fool you. You’re in danger, hillbilly. Rosner is a twisted, kinky pervert who likes to torture women. Get away from him…get far, far away from him, now, before he hurts you, or worse like he did—”
“Enough!” I roared. Nudging Harmony into the foyer, I punched the button for the elevator, then turned and strode to where Sylvia stood gloating.
“If you were a man, I’d beat you to death with my bare hands. And if you were even a woman, I’d call you a cunt,” I spat. “But you’re neither…you’re a monster…the spawn of Satan. A soulless, evil cancer that eats away the good and merciful from the people you’re supposed to love and cherish,” I yelled, wringing out thirty-two years of eviscerating rage, resentment, and rejection from the depths of my soul.
“You don’t even know the meaning of love. You’ve spent your whole life self-absorbed in a narcissistic fairy tale…so enamored by your own reflection, you couldn’t bother to turn away long enough to see the child you bore. I was as invisible to you as I was an inconvenient mistake to your husband.”
“He didn’t mean it, Rosner. You’ve—”
“Oh, yes, he did,” I barked. “Every time he uttered those words it was a slap to the face. But the kick to the gut came when I was sixteen and followed him from work one day. I parked my car at the end of the street and watched as he laughed, hugged, and played catch with his secretary’s ten-year-old son.”
“Oh, Rosner, no.” Sylvia blanched.
“I doubt Malcom ever introduced to you to his illegitimate son, but he bears a striking resemblance to me. I sat in my car that day, crying like a bitch and wishing I could