Page 2 of Reverse Perspective

“I think you heard me. You’re a bitch to him. I don’t know why they put up with your bullshit,” she says, propping her hands on her hips. “I think you are just after his money but you haven’t caught onto the fact that he doesn’t want you.”

“I own a fourth of the company, you ignorant bitch. I have my own money,” I snap. When she laughs, I slam my cup down but Mason grabs me before I can get to her.

“You’re too pretty for jail,” Mason laughs as he lifts me up and sits me on the counter.

“Get her out of my fucking house,” I say, seething.

“You can’t just tell them what to do,” she complains.

“Angela,” Lance says.

“What?” she sighs.

“You need to go,” he says.

“You got to be fucking kidding me, Lance. You are taking her side?” Angela whines.

“There are no sides. You knew from the beginning that she was a priority in my life. You don’t get to come into our home and try to push her out.” he says calmly.

“No fucking wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend,” she laughs. “All three of you are pussy whipped by someone who doesn’t even put out.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have to put out for people to want to be around me,” I smile. Angela scoffs and stomps back to the bedroom.

“Sadie,” Lance says with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Fuck you!” I snap. “You know that I don’t like that bitch but you still brought her into this fucking house.”

Angela walks back in with her stuff and opens her mouth to say something to me. “Just go, Angela,” Lance says.

“Bye Angie,” I say with a smile as I wave. She frowns before turning and leaving out of the back door that leads to the side driveway.

I push Mason away from me and hop off the counter, only to be trapped between Mason and Lance. “I’m sorry, Sadie.”

“If you want to bring people into this house, fine. I don’t care,” I lie. “Just be quiet. I shouldn’t have to be forced to listen to you repeatedly fuck some dumb blonde with the IQ of a potato chip while I’m trying to sleep.”

I try to slip past him but he pulls me back. “Sadie,” he says.

“What, Lance? What?” I sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I had a conversation with her about being quiet. I didn’t expect her to intentionally get under your skin.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he asks.

“You’re going to be late for your game,” I say before turning and slipping past Mason.

“Aht. No,” Dean says as he grabs me.

“Will you people stop touching me,” I say when he pulls me over to stand in front of him.

“You don’t get to ditch the game. That’s not how this works.” Dean says.

“Last time I checked, this works however I want it to because I’m an adult,” I say.

“Then act like it and use your big girl words, Sadie,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, fuck you, Dean,” I say as I shove him back and walk to my room. I shut the door and lay across the end of my bed on my belly.