Chapter 11

11

S eeing his wife was always like having ice-cold water poured over my head. Just like always, I felt disgusting for sleeping with a married man. And just like always, I vowed I was going to cut shit off with him.

“What a fucking slut,” Whitney muttered as she passed me, casting me a disgusted look. I tensed up at her words, my chest tightening with anger.

I wanted to fucking slap her.

But that’s what I was. I was a club slut – one who fell into bed with her husband just about fucking daily.

Suck my left nut, bitch .

“You should apologize to Olivia,” Wren spoke up.

I paused at the bottom of the stairs, my ears tuned in their direction.

“Why should she apologize?” Elijah asked, his deep, gravelly voice sliding around me like a comforting, thick blanket. I didn’t turn to face them – had no reason to.

“She just called Olivia a slut for no damn reason all because she thought no one could hear her. She needs to fucking apologize, prez.”

This time, I did turn around, plastering a fake smile on my face. Elijah looked pissed, his hand already wrapped around Whitney’s arm. “Olivia?” Elijah asked me.

“It’s fine,” I said sweetly. “Us women are used to that kind of shit.”

With that, I turned around and headed up the stairs, but not before I heard Elijah lay into Whitney. “You don’t pay these women, you hear me? You don’t have the right to say a goddamn thing to them. You don’t even have the right to ask them to throw your fucking trash away for you, am I clear? You’re overstepping the fucking boundaries I put in place for you. I suggest you step back in that box I put you in, Whitney.”

Bitch .

I passed Tanner on the stairs. She eyed downstairs nervously. “Is it safe?” she asked me.

I nodded. “Just avoid the queen,” I told her. “She’s in a foul-ass mood.”

Tanner shot me a knowing smile. “If my husband was sleeping with a woman that looks even half as good as you do, bitch, I’d be pissed, too.” I laughed. She squeezed my hand. “Just keep your chin up, girl. That’s all women like us can do.”

With that, she finished walking downstairs. I sighed and went on up to my room to get a shower and crash in bed, sleep calling my name the longer I was awake.