Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Before I can stop myself, I find myself marching to Juliet’s. I push open her side gate.
“Barry,” she calls from her back steps.
“Juliet,” I scream as I lose all control. “Get your fucking ass over here!”
Chapter 9
Juliet
“What?” I screw up my face.
“You heard me,” Henley growls from his place at my side gate. “Get the fuck over to my house now and see what your fucking fleabag has done.”
“You are so dramatic. Are you going for an Oscar or something?” I huff. I march past him through the gate and over to his house. The gate is open, and I walk around into his backyard.
My eyes widen in horror.
Oh no.
Mud as far as the eye can see, tipped-over pots, chewed plants, torn-up couch cushions.
I put my hands on my hips, indignant. “Well, how do you know it was Barry?”
Henley looks at me deadpan. “Open your eyes.”
I glance around to see Barry asleep on his back on the white couch.
Fuck me dead.
“Barry,” I scold him.
Barry sits up and pricks his ears, all happy-like.
“Don’t smile at me, young man. You are in trouble.” I try to sound tough and convincing.
“First of all, he’s not a man, he’s a mutt. And second of all, clean this shit up. Right fucking now,” Henley demands with his hands on his hips.
“Do not use that tone with me, Henley. I will not take it,” I fire back.
He steps toward me, and we come face to face, only inches apart. “You’ll take whatever I fucking give you,” he growls.
“Like hell I will.”
“I bet you take whatever he gives you.”
Huh?
“Who?” I scrunch up my nose as I try to follow the conversation. “Barry?”
“Don’t act dumb, Juliet. It really doesn’t suit you.”
“What the hell are you talking about, you nutjob?”
“You can stop fucking lying now.”
Okay, what the hell is he talking about? Have I missed part of the conversation?
“What are you talking about, Henley?”
“Why don’t you ask your fucking fiancé what I’m talking about?”
“I don’t have a fiancé.”
“I saw him with my own fucking eyes,” he explodes.
Oh . . . Liam.
I roll my lips to hide my smile.
“You think this is funny?” he whispers angrily. “You’re riding my cock at that wedding and engaged to be married the whole fucking time?”
“Okay, let’s get something straight here.” I hold my hands up, trying to calm him down. He’s about to pop an artery. “Are you angry about my dog, or are you angry about Liam?”
Full of contempt, he steps forward, and I step back. “I’m angry that you’re a liar,” he sneers.
“Well . . . you are right, I am a liar.”
“I knew it,” he spits.
“Liam is my brother, you fucking idiot.”
“What?”
“He lied to you back then because I was upset at how you treated me and he wanted to get you back.”
“What?” His eyes nearly pop out of his head. “How I treated you? How the fuck did I treat you?”
“I waited at home all day for you to call me, and you stood me up and never called me again.”
“I was working,” he yells.
“Bull fucking shit you were working. I saw you at the club. I saw you being a sleazebag, you lying asshole.”
“That’s bullshit.” He frowns and puts his weight onto his back foot. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh.” I have proof. I swipe through my phone, and I know exactly where the video Chloe sent me is saved because I’ve watched it a million times. I bring up the video and hit play and hold my phone up to show him.
He frowns as he stares at the screen. He watches himself laugh and talk and then turn his attention to the girl’s behind.
I’m so angry that the whole sky has turned crimson.
“So you just fucking lie to me?” he growls. “I thought you were engaged this whole fucking time.”
“You were never going to call me anyway, Henley. What does it matter?”
“I might have.”
“Who on earth do you think you are? You might have . . . pfft. Fuck you,” I huff. I turn and storm toward my house, infuriated.
“Get back here and clean this mess up.”
I flick him the bird and keep walking.
Clean it yourself.
Ugh, why did I agree to this stupid welcome party?
It’s Saturday, and I can see everyone walking across the road to Carol’s house with their platters of food.
I’m dreading this with a passion.
I haven’t spoken to Henley since our fight over Barry. And now I have to go and pretend to everyone that I like him when all I really want to do is tip a drink over his entitled-asshole head.
I take one last look in the mirror and exhale heavily.
All right, I look good.
Feminine while not trying to be sexy. I’m done with being sexy on this street. The appropriate outfit for me right now would actually be a straitjacket, but whatever. This pink maxi dress will work just fine. It’s full and flowing, long, with spaghetti straps.