Page 77 of Missing Pieces
“Not for long!” Ivy shouts while we all throw back the whiskey. I nearly choke when she says it but manage to keep my graceful self from spewing my shot all over Easton. He smacks Ivy on the side of the head before he pulls me into him and kisses me on the lips with a big smack. I wrap my arms around him and thank him for putting up with me. He shrugs and says, “Edy if we met and you were still married I would have done everything in my power to make you mine.”
I blush and give him a proper kiss just as someone screams, “What the hell?” I freeze and feel myself shrinking as I pull away from Easton. I would know that voice anywhere. It was one I used to love.
Drew approaches our party looking as handsome as he always did with his worn jeans and polo shirt, his hair slicked back and clean-shaven face. But his fists are clenched, and I can see the vein in his neck, the tell-tale signs of his anger.
Easton must realize who it is right away because he sweeps me behind him and stands his ground.
“Get out of my way, bro. I need to talk to that bitch.”
“I don’t see any bitches here.” I clench at Easton’s statement because I know that will only piss Drew off more. “And I’m not your bro.”
“I am pretty sure you were just kissing my wife. And that’s the bitch I was talking about.” Sometimes I don’t understand how Drew got where he was because he is an idiot.
Easton clears his throat and steps closer to Drew. “I am well aware of who you were referring to, but I believe you’re wrong on two counts. One, Harper isn’t a bitch. A bit crazy but not a bitch.” Oh, he is so not getting laid for that. “Two, last I heard, which was a few hours ago, she isn’t your wife anymore.”
Drew scowls at Easton so hard I fear the line between his eyes may become permanent. “She fucking lied to the judge to get that money. She doesn’t deserve any of it. Fucking lying bitch. Now if you would please get out of my way so I can talk to her, I would much appreciate it.”
Ivy slides over next to me and grabs my hand. I realize the entire bar is watching us and I am getting a bit worried about Drew because I am sure everyone here would back up Easton.
Easton scratches the back of his neck. “You know I am pretty sure she didn’t lie to anyone.”
“You have no idea what you are talking about. She was just a money hungry whore that wanted her way with me,” Drew growled. This was a side of him I had never seen before. I knew he would get angry, but this was in a whole different class. He was a stranger to me now.
I can’t take this anymore, so I release Ivy’s hand and walk in front of Easton. His hands are on my waist immediately trying to stop me from approaching Drew. “Drew, you know none of this is true. We loved each other. It was me and you through college and moving to Chicago and so many other things. We just lost our way.” I try to reach out for Drew despite the pull of Easton on my hips but Drew pushes me away.
“Fuck you. You’re too busy fucking this cowboy over here to even remember what we were like.” He spits on me as he yells and that’s when I can smell the liquor on his breath.
“Drew, I remember everything. But we grew apart. You know this was best for both of us.”
He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Best for both of us? Really? You think you getting all my money while I get shit and get investigated by the FBI is best for both of us? You’re fucking wrong. You screwed me over again. Just like you always did.”
I start to lose it as my own anger takes over. “I screwed you over?!” I yell. “I am pretty sure you were screwing me over when you decided to screw a bunch of whores!” I start to lose control as I release everything I felt but never said to him.
“Well if you actually let me fuck you then maybe I wouldn’t have needed anyone else to do the job.”
I lose it. He has me seeing red. I can’t believe he would say this in front of other people much less say it at all. I lunge forward ready to hit him just as Easton pulls me back and pushes me behind him. Drew apparently doesn’t care because he tries to grab for me. Easton goes to push him back and Drew switches positions and decks him in the face. Easton barely stumbles and throws two punches right back at him. Before I can say or do anything, Trace has him by the collar of his now ripped polo and is dragging him out of the bar with the help of Brett and Brooks.
Easton turns around and his left cheek has a gash in it. I grab some napkins off the table and dab at his cheekbone. “Oh my god, I am so sorry East. None of this should have happened. This is all my fault. I just—”
He places his fingers over my mouth. “This ain’t your fault. I’m just glad I got hit and not you. But seriously why were you married to that, what do you call him? Douche turd? For three years?”
I can’t help but laugh as I jump in his arms and plant a kiss on his mouth.
I hear the bar door slam and pull away from Easton’s devouring kiss to see Trace walking over to us.
“Oh my god Trace, I am so sorry I did not want to put you or the bar in that situation.”
He waves me off. “Harp don’t worry about it. Shit happens all the time.”
I grumble as I say, “Yeah, but you don’t deserve my drama in here. And you could have gotten hurt. I don’t know what came over him.”
A chuckle escapes Trace. “I think a fifth of booze is what came over him. And if I recall correctly, you brought some drama here yourself that first night you walked into my bar, little lady. At least you didn’t punch any faces though.”
I blush, still embarrassed over my drunken antics from months back. “Yeah, well shit happens all the time, right?”
“You know it,” he says as he starts to walk to Ivy. He turns around and says, “I don’t care about any of it. I’m just glad that you aren’t with that asshole anymore.”
“Cheers to that!” I laugh. Easton kisses me on the cheek and heads off to the bar to grab another round.