Stud Muffin (Donner Bakery #2) - Jiffy Kate Page 0,96

cross you, alright, Asher Williams.

Try me.

Because after all the shit I’ve discovered in the last twenty-four hours, I could ruin him. The little piece of paper I found earlier, after some well-spent time with my friend Google, is enough to put a stop to half of this bullshit.

“I was just having a drink with old friends… for old time’s sake,” he says, feigning innocence. “You know I don’t normally go to places like that.”

Biting my lip, I close my eyes and pray for patience. Good Lord knows I don’t want to end this night in jail, but Asher Williams is currently testing all my strength.

“You know, Asher, I thought I knew everything about you. I mean, you were my husband,” I tell him, looking him straight in the eyes as I say it, wanting him to feel the words like a weight on his soul. “For eight years.”

He lets out an exaggerated breath, running a hand through his dark hair. “We’re not doing this tonight,” he warns. “It’s not the place.”

“I’m not the one who waltzed over and struck up a conversation,” I retort. It’s a little petulant, but I can’t help it. He did this… all of it. I’m tired of taking the blame and being the villain. “So, since I have the pleasure of your presence, let’s go ahead and get a few things out in the open, shall we?”

“Who’s the beefcake you’ve been hanging out with?” he asks, trying to change the subject and turn it around on me, just like he’s always done.

“None of your business,” I say, glancing over my shoulder, part of me willing Cage to materialize and the other part of me praying he stays away until Asher leaves. I have a feeling things could go from bad to worse if he walked in and found Asher harassing me.

“Are you fucking him?”

Whipping my head around to face him, I look at him like he grew three heads. “Are you kidding me?” I laugh, but it’s lacking humor and its only purpose it to keep me from screaming. “I guess I should’ve been asking you that about Mindy a long damn time ago. How long were you fucking her, anyway? You’ve never really given me a straight answer about that.”

“Tempest.”

“No, Asher,” I say, sliding my chair back even further, just in case I need an escape. “You don’t get to do that anymore… you can’t talk to me like I’m a child, no one can, but especially not you.”

“Okay,” he says, standing from his chair. “I’m leaving. I can tell it was a bad idea to think I could have an adult conversation with you. You’re fucking crazy,” he mutters, turning away from me. Those words. He has to know what they do to me. And the tone he used when he said them, if I didn’t know better, I’d guess he’s looking for a rise out of me. He wants me to cause a scene.

The rational part of me is telling me to let him go.

But that irrational part of me, the one I’m always battling, is saying fuck no.

“How long?” I ask, my voice getting louder to get his attention. “Or did you forget? Kind of like how you forgot to tell me about your little trip to the fertility clinic?” I say, dropping that bomb.

The look on his face as he turns around is one of horror and realization… understanding.

I’m not going to lie, it thrills me. His discomfort feeds the beast inside me.

Maybe I am crazy?

Maybe I’m a sadistic bitch?

Because I can’t stop. “Yeah, I found those results as I was going through some papers today. It’s like the universe is finally on my side for once… just dropped them right in my lap.” Laughing again, I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s a little detached, a bit unhinged. “And, you know me, I can’t help but Google shit. Apparently, that time we got pregnant, it was a fucking medical miracle. I mean, like one in a million kind of thing.”

My pulse is racing as the words rapid-fire out of my mouth. I feel eyes all over me. Everyone in our proximity now has a front-row seat to the show. My skin crawls, itching, begging me to lash out and release the pent-up anger.

“Tempest,” Asher warns. His eyes begging, pleading me to stop.

I swallow and close my eyes, trying to center myself and regain a little self-control.

“Why her?” It’s one of the many questions that has plagued me for