Page 85 of Ruthless Knight
That annoying little voice that’s been living in my head since the nightmare started is telling me those words were all for my benefit. It doesn’t help that she’s looking right at me.
“Of course. Can’t wait to see you tonight,” she continues. “Be sure to book my favorite table and order me a glass of chardonnay.”
So, she’s having dinner with him.
Wow.
Madison glances at me again. This time with sympathy.
Chelle hangs up and slips her phone into her purse.
“That’s for you.” She points to the Prada bag. “It’s your wedding shoes. Your dress will be ready on Saturday, so you’ll need to schedule some time to try it on.”
“Sure.” My voice is purposely flat. “Do you know what time Knight will be home?”
I didn’t think the question was one she could use against me, but the cunning look that sneaks into her eyes proves me wrong.
“Depends on when he’s finished with me. That boy has a lot of stamina. I wouldn’t wait up if I were you.”
As intended, those words feel like a punch to my lungs.
She gives me an I-win-you-lose smile then floats back the way she came, heels clicking, hips swaying in full-on bitch mode.
God, I hate my life.
Madison looks back at me, shaking her head. “What an absolute bitch.”
“I’m sure she takes pride in the title.”
“Ughh. Don’t worry about her. Come on, let’s get back to working on your story and get out of here. How about we head to that Mexican restaurant you love?”
My poor friend. She must be so tired of trying to find ways to make me feel better or distract me. Regardless of what she thinks I feel about Knight, I know she can see Chelle rattled me.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” I agree.
It’s foolish to worry about Chelle and Knight. I’ve already been that kind of fool.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me three times…
Well, I think that’s when you become the fool.
The fool is exactly what I become later that night when I find myself unable to sleep.
Knight hasn’t come home again, and the fact that Iknowhe was with Chelle has conjured all sorts of scandalous things in my head.
I’m sure he’s still with her. Why wouldn’t he be?
Everything I’ve questioned about him so far has been true, so why not?
It’s just a pity for me that I’ve decided to make my situation worse by thinking about him.
I haven’t stopped, and I don’t see myself ridding the devil from my mind anytime soon.
The worst thing is, there’s no point asking myself if I’m jealous.
Unfortunately, IknowI am.