Page 48 of Tarnished Vow
“At no point did I ask for his underdeveloped muscles.”
“Maddy, don’t lift that. I got it.” Bastion stepped in, taking the smallest box I had seen in my life off her. She smiled before moving another.
While he stared at her ass. Openly checking out his soon to be sister-in-law. The man has no self-respect.
“So, do you need to try any of these clothes on, make sure they all fit? I’m really good at zippers. Hell, I would love a fashion walk.”
Her eyes lit up. Over my god damn body, would that be happening.
“Ignore him. He is leaving.” I opened the door, shoving him back. “Important meeting.” I handed him the car keys. “You damage the car; I’ll damage your face? Understand?”
He grinned, taking the keys. "Thanks brother, have a good night.”
It wasn’t until hours later, after I had carried every box up, that I realized he had done that shit on purpose to get out of helping me.
I had somehow upset my fiancé; I just was too scared to ask what I had done. Madeline was being polite. And it scared the living hell out of me.
I even volunteered to watch her trashy television show. She turned me down. Apparently, she was far too busy cleaning.
Sadly, for me, and anything I owned of value. She had found a bleach cleaning spray and was using it on everything. Despite it said bathroom only in bold letters. I didn’t have the heart to tell her, so I sat quietly, watching her destroy the television.
“Cheating man whore.”
“I’m a what?”
Where had she even come from? I left her in the lounge room, after she started destroying the hard wood coffee table.
“I am a reasonable woman, Vince.” She put a hand on her hip. “I know I’m not your type, and I’m not stupid.”
I didn’t know where this was going, but that look in her eyes it made me sick.
Straightening her shoulders back, “It hurts more that you lied to me. You never lie to me” she looked down at the carpet before looking back up. “So, who is she? I want to meet her.”
I shouldn’t have come home.
“I drove your car today.” She added, as if that was meant to prompt me.
I nodded; unsure what else I could do.
“The words cheating man whore are sprayed painted across it. And guess what Vince, I didn’t do it.” She pointed the bleach bottle at me. “Which means another woman did!”
Bastion.
I should have known just from the degree of suffering I was experiencing; he was the cause of it.
Madeline followed me as I walked down to the garage. I should have known there would have been a reason he needed to borrow a car. For fuck sake.The man had a fleet of his own.
Walking past twenty other vehicles until I reached my limited-edition, custom-built satin black sports car.
The only reason Madeline had taken it this morning was because Bastion had left it blocking the garage. Conveniently, the passenger side was facing the other way.
Cheating man whore. Written in cheap white spray paint.
“One last time, what is her name?”
“Bastion.” Putting the phone to my ear,
Her face melted in understanding.
