Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Did you see her nanny?”
The female voice is catty, prissy, bitchy.
I know they’re talking about me.
Of course they are.
“She’s so poor. Did you see her hair, it looks like it hasn’t been done professionally in months,” another girl whispers.
“I bet Delilah dressed her, no way she would own nice clothes. Such poor taste.”
Bitches.
That’s all they are.
I swallow the lump in my throat. It’s nothing unusual, but it is something that still bothers me, and so it should. I have as much right to be here as they do. I’m a better person than them, for starters. That about covers it, really.
“And that biker. I can’t believe she stooped so low. She really mustn’t be over Richard because, if she was, she would never let herself sleep with scum. The poor pathetic girl should be with the biker, but, honestly, he’s a biker so he’s probably already fucking them both. Disgusting. If that were my child, I would give it up for adoption. I’d never admit to sleeping with something like that.”
That’s it.
That. Is. It.
I stand and place Star in her stroller, she’s just finished her bottle. I will burp her in a moment but these women are not walking out of here without hearing what I have to say. At the very least, I want to see their faces when they see that I’ve heard everything they’ve said. I take a deep, angry breath and walk out of the room.
There are two women by the sink, both of them dressed like queens. They turn, and when they see me, their faces go blank.
“Hi there,” I say, stepping forward. “I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Maggie, the poor nanny. I just wanted to come out here and compliment you on your absolutely incredible imaginations. I mean, if I were writing a book, I’d get you two ladies to pitch in. The utter shit that comes out of your mouths would make a bestseller.”
One of them gasps.
“Oh, close your mouth, honey, don’t act like you’re shocked. Afterall, I did just hear you using the words scum, adoption, poor, and disgusting so don’t stand here and act like you’re shocked that I could say something so rude.”
She closes her mouth, eyes wide.
“Here’s something you should know about that scummy biker—he’s a thousand times better than the pin-dicked men you girls get around with. For one thing, he actually knows how to make a woman scream. I bet you haven’t had that in your life, have you? Poor things. It must be hard walking around with a stick rammed so far up your perfect asses that you have forgotten what it feels like to orgasm.”
“Enough,” the woman closest to me says, her voice horrified. “Take your trashy mouth and leave, or I’ll have you removed.”
“Go ahead, go out there and announce that the poor girl hurt your precious feelings. I’ll wait here. Also, while you’re at it, go and tell the biker what you said about him. I can’t wait to see his reaction.”
Her face goes red.
“Run along.” I smile. “We don’t have all day.”
“Ugh, I’m not speaking to this trash,” she says, shaking her head and taking her friend by the arm. “She’s not even worth the air we breathe.”
They turn and walk toward the door.
“Oh, you’ve got something stuck on your bottom,” I call.
She pauses and reaches around, patting her bottom in search for the mystery item.
“Oh, sorry, it was just that stick poking out. Carry on.”
They scoff the entire way out, and only when they’re gone do I finish up with Star and head back out.
To the war zone.
This should be fun.
“WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?” Delilah hisses, grabbing my arm when she locates me a few hours later.
I’ve been hiding under a shady tree, trying really hard not to stand out.
It’s not working. Everyone notices me.
“First of all,” I growl, snatching my arm out of her grips, “do not put your hands on me. And secondly, if you’re talking about your stuck-up friends maybe you should reconsider.”
“They told me what you said to them. How dare you?”
“Did they tell you what they were saying about Hugh? About me? Oh, I bet they left that one out.”
Delilah’s face scrunches. “They were talking about Hugh?”
“Yes, they were. Words like scum were being thrown around freely. They were bitching about you. They’re not friends. I was sticking up for him which is what you should be doing instead of standing over here going off at me.”
She swallows and takes a step back. “I didn’t know that. What were they saying exactly?”
I tell her, word for word. Her face goes a little pale. “That’s what they think of the situation? That’s not good. God, if I had known people were looking at me like that I would have reconsidered coming.”
“You?” I say, brows raised. “You’re worried about how this looks for you?”