I smile, when all I’d really like to do is reach across the table and put an end to his ability to breed-an end to his ability to create life that might turn out like him.
“So what role do the mistresses play in all this?” I ask.
He smiles sickeningly. “That’s why God made the whores, Carter.”
I force a smile. He’s right about one thing-I can definitely lie well. “So the whores are for nature and the wives are for nurture,” I say.
Asa smiles proudly, like he actually taught me something. He lifts his beer. “Cheers to that,” he says. We clink our beers together and he takes a sip. “My father used to say something similar to that.”
“Is he still alive?”
Asa nods, but I notice the sudden tightness in his jaw. “Yeah. Somewhere.”
Our food arrives, but I’m not sure I feel like eating after that twisted lecture on Darwinism.
I definitely don’t feel like eating now that I know I’ll be seeing Sloan tonight. At her fucking engagement party.
“You should give a toast tonight.”
I pause, mid chew. “Excuse me?”
Asa takes a sip of his beer. “Tonight,” he says, setting it back down on the table. “At the party. You should give a toast after I announce the engagement. You can string a sentence together better than any other fucker that’ll be there. Make me look good. Sloan will eat that shit up.”
I force the food down my throat. “I’d be honored.”
Mother fucker.
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Author note: Only two updates today, guys. Sorry. Blame Anna Todd, she’s making me actually leave the hotel and go to dinner with her. We’ll be on a train to Rome tomorrow, so hopefully I’ll get some more written on our way there.
Next up: Engagement party! Who’s excited?
Definitely not Carter.
Maybe if he finally gets to kiss Sloan, it’ll give him something to smile about…
SLOAN-26
Sloan
I waste as much time as I can before coming home every day. The less I’m here, the better. After classes were finished up today, I went to the gym, then the library. It was after seven when I finally walked through my front door. Jon was sitting on the couch, glaring at me.
I rushed to the stairs and up to my room as fast as I could, but not before noticing his face. I don’t know what happened after I walked away from him and Carter last night, but it’s apparent Carter wasn’t finished with him, because both sides of his face are black and blue now.
I make sure and lock my bedroom door. I don’t know if Asa is here or not, but I’m never chancing being alone with Jon again.
Once I’m safe in the room, I toss my backpack on the floor. My eyes instantly fall on the dresser. Specifically on the jewelry box sitting on the dresser.
He bought me a ring. He makes promises almost daily and never keeps them. The one time I want him to forget is the one time he actually remembers.
Just my luck.
I walk over to the dresser and open the box. I don’t even pick it up; I just push it open with my fingers, not really wanting to see it.
I immediately wince. Of course he would buy me this one; it was probably the biggest one in the jewelry store. Three huge diamonds make up the majority of the platinum ring, each diamond encased by smaller ones.
It’s seriously ugly as shit. Am I actually going to have to wear this thing?
There’s no hiding this. I knew I should have told Carter earlier today. I just didn’t know how to tell the guy I’m developing feelings for that I just got engaged to someone else. To someone he loathes. Even if that engagement means very little to me.
I hear laughter outside, so I make my way to the bedroom window. There are coolers set up everywhere and Dalton is standing at the grill, flipping burgers. Several people are lounging and standing around. Maybe twenty. Asa must have heated the pool. It’s like 65 degrees out and the water would be too cold to swim, but there are a few people in the pool already.
Asa only heats the pool for big parties.
Shit.
I spin around at the knock on the bedroom door. “Sloan!”
I rush to the door and unlock it, letting Asa inside. He’s smiling before he even makes eye contact with me. “Hey, future wife.”
Funny how what he deems a term of endearment can feel like an insult to me.
“Hey…future husband.”
He wraps his arm around me and kisses my neck. “I hope you got a lot of sleep last night, cuz you aren’t getting any tonight.” His lips drag up my neck and stop at the corner of my mouth. “Do you want your ring now or later?”
I fail to tell him I already looked at it, and that the ring just serves as further proof that he doesn’t know me at all. I tell him I want it now, because if I say later, that means he’ll make a big production out of it. That’s the last thing I want.
“So what role do the mistresses play in all this?” I ask.
He smiles sickeningly. “That’s why God made the whores, Carter.”
I force a smile. He’s right about one thing-I can definitely lie well. “So the whores are for nature and the wives are for nurture,” I say.
Asa smiles proudly, like he actually taught me something. He lifts his beer. “Cheers to that,” he says. We clink our beers together and he takes a sip. “My father used to say something similar to that.”
“Is he still alive?”
Asa nods, but I notice the sudden tightness in his jaw. “Yeah. Somewhere.”
Our food arrives, but I’m not sure I feel like eating after that twisted lecture on Darwinism.
I definitely don’t feel like eating now that I know I’ll be seeing Sloan tonight. At her fucking engagement party.
“You should give a toast tonight.”
I pause, mid chew. “Excuse me?”
Asa takes a sip of his beer. “Tonight,” he says, setting it back down on the table. “At the party. You should give a toast after I announce the engagement. You can string a sentence together better than any other fucker that’ll be there. Make me look good. Sloan will eat that shit up.”
I force the food down my throat. “I’d be honored.”
Mother fucker.
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Author note: Only two updates today, guys. Sorry. Blame Anna Todd, she’s making me actually leave the hotel and go to dinner with her. We’ll be on a train to Rome tomorrow, so hopefully I’ll get some more written on our way there.
Next up: Engagement party! Who’s excited?
Definitely not Carter.
Maybe if he finally gets to kiss Sloan, it’ll give him something to smile about…
SLOAN-26
Sloan
I waste as much time as I can before coming home every day. The less I’m here, the better. After classes were finished up today, I went to the gym, then the library. It was after seven when I finally walked through my front door. Jon was sitting on the couch, glaring at me.
I rushed to the stairs and up to my room as fast as I could, but not before noticing his face. I don’t know what happened after I walked away from him and Carter last night, but it’s apparent Carter wasn’t finished with him, because both sides of his face are black and blue now.
I make sure and lock my bedroom door. I don’t know if Asa is here or not, but I’m never chancing being alone with Jon again.
Once I’m safe in the room, I toss my backpack on the floor. My eyes instantly fall on the dresser. Specifically on the jewelry box sitting on the dresser.
He bought me a ring. He makes promises almost daily and never keeps them. The one time I want him to forget is the one time he actually remembers.
Just my luck.
I walk over to the dresser and open the box. I don’t even pick it up; I just push it open with my fingers, not really wanting to see it.
I immediately wince. Of course he would buy me this one; it was probably the biggest one in the jewelry store. Three huge diamonds make up the majority of the platinum ring, each diamond encased by smaller ones.
It’s seriously ugly as shit. Am I actually going to have to wear this thing?
There’s no hiding this. I knew I should have told Carter earlier today. I just didn’t know how to tell the guy I’m developing feelings for that I just got engaged to someone else. To someone he loathes. Even if that engagement means very little to me.
I hear laughter outside, so I make my way to the bedroom window. There are coolers set up everywhere and Dalton is standing at the grill, flipping burgers. Several people are lounging and standing around. Maybe twenty. Asa must have heated the pool. It’s like 65 degrees out and the water would be too cold to swim, but there are a few people in the pool already.
Asa only heats the pool for big parties.
Shit.
I spin around at the knock on the bedroom door. “Sloan!”
I rush to the door and unlock it, letting Asa inside. He’s smiling before he even makes eye contact with me. “Hey, future wife.”
Funny how what he deems a term of endearment can feel like an insult to me.
“Hey…future husband.”
He wraps his arm around me and kisses my neck. “I hope you got a lot of sleep last night, cuz you aren’t getting any tonight.” His lips drag up my neck and stop at the corner of my mouth. “Do you want your ring now or later?”
I fail to tell him I already looked at it, and that the ring just serves as further proof that he doesn’t know me at all. I tell him I want it now, because if I say later, that means he’ll make a big production out of it. That’s the last thing I want.
