Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Two very different women.
“Listen, Chan,” I say, taking a breath and facing her, “I’m going to be real with you here, because that’s what we do. We be real with each other. I think this situation is going to get messy, and I think the best thing for you to do would be to stay away from Boston completely. Not because I think you don’t deserve him, or a relationship, but because he is clearly confused.”
“So, you don’t think he’s using me?”
I exhale. Telling her the truth, means she might just take it as a sign she should keep fighting for Boston, which could end really, really messy.
But I’m no liar.
“No, I don’t think he’s using you. Boston is a good guy, everyone in the club would be totally with me when I say that. My honest opinion is that he’s found himself attracted to both of you, probably in very different ways. Penny is soft and sweet and he probably feels a certain protective emotion toward her, it probably brings out his masculine side and makes him want to wrap her in his arms and take care of her.”
Chantelle flinches.
I keep going.
“And then there is you, fun and happy, a bright spark that probably brings out a good side in him, a happy side, a carefree side. I promise you, he hasn’t felt that in a long time. From what Mason has told me, Boston has a dark past and often keeps to himself and doesn’t express much. You probably take him away from that. You set his soul on fire, you make him feel alive.”
She blinks and nods, as if she understands.
“But the problem is, you’re both feeding a different side to him, obviously both sides mean something to him, because he’s clearly confused. If it were me, I’d probably step away now while you can. Because if you get involved and he falls a little harder for you and a little harder for her, you could find yourself in a triangle that is very hard to break free from. Worse, you might actually fall for him and think, for a small second, how it might feel if he picked Penny ...”
Chantelle’s face falls, and I know that’s an awful thought.
Nobody ever wants to be second choice.
Neither her nor Penny would deserve that.
But if they enter this situation, that’s exactly what will happen.
Someone will get very, very hurt.
And to be one hundred percent honest, I wouldn’t want to see either of them hurt. Chantelle is my best friend, and Penny is a great woman.
This situation is like walking on the edge of hell.
Someone is going to get very, very burned.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
A loud screech out the front of Mason’s house has me dropping the mop that I was running over the floor and darting out the front door. I don’t think, I don’t even hesitate. I just run out there. A horn blares and more brakes screech. Shit. I run out past the front gates and onto the road where a car has collided with a pole out the front of Mason’s house, to the left a little.
My heart races, and I rush over, terrified of what I’m going to find.
I know people who have said they’d rather call an ambulance than look inside a car that has crashed, just in case what they see they can never unsee. I’m not one of those people, though; if someone is in there, and hurt, I’m going to get them out. Or at least, I’m going to do the best I can to make sure they’re okay.
I rush over to the car, and a few other people have already stopped and gotten out of their cars. I reach the driver’s side and pull the door open and stop dead in my tracks. Theresa, Mason’s sister, is in the front seat. She’s hanging onto the steering wheel, knuckles white, staring straight ahead. Okay, I know she’s not a very nice person, but I’m not cruel enough to just walk away.
Not ever.
“Theresa,” I say carefully, reaching in and grabbing her shoulder. “Theresa, are you okay?”
She turns and looks at me, looking a little dazed. “Do I know you?”
She doesn’t remember me? That’s probably a good thing.
“I’m Mason’s maid, I heard the crash. I’m going to call an ambulance, are you hurt?”
She nods. “Yes. I ... yes, my neck ...”
I stand up straight and turn, glancing at a man rushing over. “Can you call an ambulance?”
“Already done. Is she okay? She was just driving along and swerved, but there was nothing in her way ...”
I look back to Theresa.
“I got a pain, in my chest,” she whispers.
Great. She’s going to have a heart attack on me.
Just what I need.
“I’m going to stay right here with you, okay, the ambulance is on its way. Do you want me to call someone? Mason? Do you have a husband?”