“That’s a solid theory,” agreed Madison.
“What? No it isn’t. And why is Ryder his little brother? I thought they were twins in this scenario.”
“One still has to come out first,” said Chastity. “And it was definitely Tanner.”
“Maybe this will help to clear it up,” said Madison. She pointed to an Instagram picture on her laptop of some beautiful model posing at a party.
“Uh…how will that help us?” I asked. “Is that an escort we can hire to get all his secrets?”
“No,” said Madison. “And way to judge her just because of her looks. Evie Martin’s not a prostitute. She’s a successful businesswoman.”
“And that helps us how, exactly?”
Madison rolled her eyes. “She’s Tanner’s personal assistant. You literally met her like four hours ago.”
I did?I guess there had been a girl by Tanner’s side, but I didn’t remember her looking likethat. Because she’d been dressed professionally, unlike me. I looked down at my outfit and cringed.
“If you’d stop slut-shaming her for two seconds and opened your eyes, you’d see that Tanner is in the background of lots of her photos. Single Girl Rule #26: Slut-shaming a fellow single girl is unforgivable.”
That was the only Single Girl Rule Madison ever quoted. I was trying to get Chastity to dump that rule, but she always insisted she hadn’t made them up.Lies.I squinted and got closer to the screen. It was hard to be sure, but a guy in the background did kind of look like Tanner.
“What’s he doing going to parties with his PA?” I asked. Images of Joe banging Sierra flashed through my mind. And then they morphed into Tanner and Evie. “They’re probably having sex. I hate Tanner. He’s dead to me. He’s basically just like Joe.”
“Well that seems a bit extreme,” said Chastity. “Tanner is nothing like Joe.”
Madison made a gross noise with her throat. “All men are the worst.”
Chastity zoomed up on Evie’s hand in the picture. “Well she’s not wearing a ring. So even if they are banging, he hasn’t proposed yet.”
Madison stood up. “Now that you guys are over Tanner, what should we do?”
“Uh, did you miss the part about him being a billionaire?” asked Chastity.
“So what?” asked Madison. “We don’t need to rely on men for money. We’re all strong, beautiful, independent women.”
“Psssh,” scoffed Chastity. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Having Daddy’s credit card was the best thing ever.”
Was.Chastity grew up rich, but her dad lost all his money in bad real estate. Her fancy apartment, fancy clothes, and fancy lifestyle had gone poof overnight. I knew she missed it. But she was being a trooper. I didn’t even believe her whenever she talked about marrying a man just for his money. She was just joking.I think.
“And Daddy’s working on a new real estate deal, did I tell you guys? I think it’s going to be big.”
Gross.“How many times do I have to tell you that a grown woman should never use the word Daddy? Unless it’s like a weird sexy roleplaying thing. Actually, scratch that. Doing it as part of sex just makes it worse. Especially if they’re having sex with their real daddy.”
Chastity shrugged. “I can’t help it. I’m a daddy’s girl.”
Madison and Chastity continued to debate the ethical implications of having a sugar daddy while I went back to my computer. Now that I’d thought about Sierra, I couldn’t stop myself from checking all her social media accounts. Yeah, I knew it wasn’t healthy. But what can I say? I had a sickness.
I typed “Sierra Vega” into Facebook and clicked on her. AndWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!Her relationship status had changed to IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH JOE DICKSON. I’d already thought they were together, but now it was Facebook official. That was next level. And it was soul-crushing. Like it actually felt like a brick had fallen from the ceiling right onto my chest.
I was over Joe. I didn’t want him back. I didn’t want to ever see him again. But I hated that he was so happy with her and her big stupid eyes and perfect bone structure and huge boobs. Why did he deserve happiness? He was the one that cheated on me. And then blackmailed me with my freaking sex tape. I should have been the one to find happiness while Joe got molested by a homeless dude.
“You okay, Ash?” asked Madison. “You look really pale.”
I barely heard her through the cloud of depression that surrounded me. “Huh? I uh…” A knock on the door saved me from having to answer. “That must be the pizza.” I wandered over to the door, still in a daze. It barely even registered when I opened the door and the guy standing there didn’t have a pizza. Not that I had even ordered one. Wait, no, I had. But this wasn’t it.
“Hey,” said Dr. Lyons.
“Fuck me!” I yelled involuntarily as I slammed the door in his face.Oh God, oh God, oh God. What is he doing here?! God, did I just ask him to fuck me? Stupid whore mouth!
