Chaos series by Kristen Ashley (Page 70)
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He got off his chair and when I made it to him, he grabbed my hand and murmured, “My room.”
I nodded.
He led me to his room. I pulled my hand free and walked in three paces.
After he closed the door, he turned to me and took a step toward me.
I took a step back.
His brows shot together and his eyes studied my face.
“Jesus, f**k, it didn’t go good with Cherry?” he asked with disbelief.
“I know about BeeBee.”
I watched his body freeze.
There it was.
He’d done it.
He’d cheated on Mitzi with a woman named BeeBee.
God!
“We’re over,” I declared. “Over,” I repeated. “I do not f**k cheaters. I do not look at cheaters. I do not even breathe the same air,” I leaned into him and finished on a hiss, “as cheaters. I never want to see you again, Hop. I never want you to touch me again. As of now, you’ve ceased to exist.”
After I delivered that speech, I ran.
I ran out of his room, through the Compound and to my car.
The problem with this was that I knew he came after me.
He didn’t say a word but when I started up my car, I heard a Harley roar and I knew it was his. And when I drove, I saw him on his bike right behind me. And when I parked in my garage, he pulled into my back drive.
So when I hustled through my courtyard, opened the sliding glass door, I couldn’t close it because his hand was on it and I could feel the heat of his body at my back.
I gave up, rushed in and whirled on him, feeling, actually feeling myself coming apart at the seams.
He had to go.
“You don’t get to be here, Hop. You never get to be here again,” I clipped.
“Cody isn’t mine.”
My body swayed from an unexpected blow landed so accurately, I had to put a foot back to catch me so I wouldn’t fall.
“Yeah,” he growled, not missing my reaction.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“Yeah,” he growled again. “I didn’t know that f**ked up shit when I f**ked BeeBee and yeah, woman, I f**ked BeeBee, but Tyra sharin’ that shit is uncool. She doesn’t know why I did it, she doesn’t know where I was at in my head when I did it, she doesn’t know shit, and she isn’t entitled to know shit because it’s none of her goddamned business.”
“Hop—” I tried to break in but failed.
He was angry, furious. His rage filled the room, making it hard to breathe.
And he was on a roll.
“But before I’m done with you, you’re gonna know it all.”
Before he was done with me?
“We were on a break, Mitzi and me,” he shared. “I didn’t know it was a break then. I thought it was over. Before that happened, she got pregnant with Cody and she didn’t let me touch her. Barely even f**kin’ looked at me. Tried everything, she didn’t let me in. She gave me a son, or I thought she gave me a son. Didn’t know, at the time, he wasn’t mine. Then she had him, I was over the goddamned moon, and she still froze me out. Worse than before, far worse. For me, I had a son, he was f**kin’ perfect, I was goddamned beside myself and my woman? She freezes me out? I couldn’t take it. Tried. Failed. Packed my shit. Got out. I’d had enough. Years of that shit. Years of tryin’ to break through. It wasn’t an easy decision. Molly, so f**kin’ little, Cody, just a baby, but I couldn’t take one more day of her f**ked up shit. So I left.”
“Honey—”
“Shut it, woman. You bought this, take it.”
I snapped my mouth shut.
Hop glowered at me a moment before he continued.
“I was stayin’ at the Compound, lookin’ for a place. BeeBee was available. I hadn’t had a lay in nearly a f**kin’ year so I took advantage. None of Tyra’s business why. Tack’s. Yours. Anyone’s. I got off. It wasn’t good. It didn’t suck. What it was was a onetime gig, a man f**kin’ available gash with no strings. I was a free agent so why the f**k not?”
“I don’t think Tyra knows that,” I said carefully.
“I don’t give a f**k she does or doesn’t,” he returned.
I fell silent.
Hop carried on.
“Not long after that, Mitzi talked me back. I thought she wanted to give it another shot. What she wanted was someone to help her with dirty diapers and a mortgage payment. She pulled the wool and I wanted a family so bad, to wake up knowin’ my kids were under my roof, I let her. Then, one day, I come home and some woman is sittin’ on our porch. Never seen this bitch before. I get off my bike, walk up to her, she looks me straight in the eyes and lays it out. Everything. Everything I worked hard to get and Mitzi never gave to me. Everything I learned from a goddamned stranger.”
When he stopped speaking and didn’t seem like he was going to go on, I prompted, “What did you learn, honey?”
“I learned why Mitzi was such a cunt. A spoiled rotten, worthless piece of shit who I wasted f**kin’ years with. The piece of shit who was the mother of my children. Or, I found out that day, my daughter. Not my goddamned son.”
I was trying not to hyperventilate and had to concentrate so much on this, I only had it in me to nod.
“She was a cheerleader,” Hop announced and I blinked.
“What?” I forced out.
“This bitch. Blonde. Blue-eyed. Perfectly honed body. Goddamned ponytail in her hair. She was the kind of cheerleader who was gonna hold onto that shit, the glory days, until she f**kin’ died. Or she thought she would until Mitzi blew her life apart.”
I didn’t get it.
Hop didn’t make me ask for an explanation.
“See, back in the day, Mitzi had a thing for the quarterback of her high school football team. She wanted him. Problem was, he was dating the head cheerleader. But Mitzi, Mitzi wanted what she wanted, so she gave it her all to get it. In high school terms, that means she put out. This f**kin’ guy took what she gave, kept her on the side and went to homecoming and prom with his good girl. This was the beginning and until that day on the porch, it didn’t have an end. Mitzi fixated on this guy. He was all she wanted and, way that bitch told it, she went all out to get him. The shit she said, she was not f**kin’ jokin’.”
I kept deep breathing.
Hop kept telling his tale of treachery.
“He went to college, his girl went to the same college, but he still kept Mitzi on the side. And she stayed there, givin’ him what his cheerleader couldn’t or wouldn’t. They graduated, got married, he got a job, kept Mitzi and his wife until his work transferred him to another state. That’s when Mitzi realized it might not ever be her so she had to have a plan B. He took his wife, said good-bye and didn’t look back.”
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