Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
“Surely a trip to Paris did that,” Wendy said, quickly moving her hand. Some of the liquid spilled over the rim of her glass and dropped onto the pavement.
“That’s enough,” Chase said.
“Oh is it?” Wendy placed her hand on her hips.
Well, this is already starting off badly.
I leaned against the limo’s side.
Lucy flashed me a weak smile.
“Let’s just stick to tradition everybody.” Dawn walked my way and held out her hand. “Jasmine, welcome to our family.”
“Thank you.” I released Chase’s hand and shook hers.
“The Chanel Suite?” Wendy yelled. “You lying bastard.”
She flung the glass at him.
Chase and I ducked.
The glass shattered against the limo.
I jerked back so I wouldn’t get cut.
Lucy grabbed Wendy’s arms. “Calm down.”
“Son of a bitch,” Wendy spat the words out. “You said you couldn’t take me there because it cost too much and was a waste of money!”
“I’d already taken you to several places that year,” he barked back. “Jesus, Wendy! You almost hurt us. Calm down.”
“Wendy, come on. You can talk about this later.” Lucy dragged Wendy back.
“So then are you going to take me to Paris?” Wendy stumbled back. “Because that’s not fair! I wanted—”
“We’ll talk about this later.” Chase frowned. “Go with Lucy. I’ll come to your apartment soon.”
“When?” Wendy placed her hands on her hips.
“In an hour.”
“No, I don’t think so. We’ll be talking in an hour.” Dawn got in front of him.
This is too much drama.
I edged away to where the chauffer was taking out my luggage.
Maybe I could convince him to put my suitcase back in and take me home without anybody noticing.
“When are you going to talk to me?” Wendy whined.
“Then, I’ll talk to you in two hours, Wendy,” Chase said.
“And you’d better have an explanation for the trip!” Wendy stumbled up the pathway to the house.
“I can’t believe you checked where I took Jasmine and then told Wendy.” Chase glared at Dawn. “What happened to your rule about not checking what I do for each of you on your date nights?”
Dawn pointed at him. “You’ve been breaking the rules for the past two weeks. So I figured I would do it, too.”
Lucy walked over to me and whispered, “I’m so sorry about India.”
“No.” I shook my head. “It’s okay.”
Chase and Dawn began to argue, but I couldn’t make out the words.
They both yelled over each other.
My nerves fluttered with unease.
I hated being around fights. I’d been around enough of them during my childhood. Mom always fought with whatever guy she’d been dating. At times they fought all night and none of us could get any sleep. Even worse, our neighbors in South End always dragged their arguments outside of their houses so everyone could see.
“Come on.” Lucy hooked her arm around mine. “Let’s go. Once they get started they won’t stop.”
“You showed Wendy the credit card bill intentionally!” Chase roared. “I try to come here and start us off on the right foot and you’re instigating chaos.”
“She had a right to know what was going on during her day.” Dawn backed up. Her eyes filled with rage.
“It was your damn rule to begin with—”
“Well, you’re breaking the rules. Why can’t I?” Dawn hit her chest.
“Not that again!” Chase stormed off.
“You never do this!” Dawn cried and ran after him. “Never! I told you—”
“Yes! Yes!” Chase raised his hands in the air.
I swallowed.
I won’t make it past a week in this place. I should just turn around right now.
“Don’t worry about your bags.” Lucy tugged my hand. “The chauffer will take them up to your apartment. We each have our own servants. You’ll meet her in the morning.”
“Maybe I can move in tomorrow.”
“No. Then Chase will do something else crazy that will piss all of us off.” Lucy guided me to the house. I tried my best to not watch Chase and Dawn’s arguing as they screamed and walked off in another direction.
“Don’t worry. They’ll do that for an hour or so.” Lucy shrugged. “There’s a garden around back, near the batting cage. They usually argue there.”
Poor flowers.
“Why do they argue in the garden?”
“When Chase gets really mad he likes to go to the batting cage and hit balls, but Dawn always stops him from going in so they yell in the garden .”
“O-Kay.” I chewed the inside of my cheek.
We stepped into the house. A large foyer greeted me, with a huge staircase in front. Mailboxes with labels numbered one through five were on my left.
“So do you know much about the founder of Oshane City?” Lucy asked.
I shook my head.
“Well, old man Oshane used to own this property and live here. He was really paranoid that somebody was trying to kill him so he had five apartments built into his mansion.” Lucy moved to the double doors on the right side of the staircase and opened them. “This leads to the living room and dining area. It’s where Chase and Dawn entertain people.”