I’m actually more offended by her germ-riddled shoes onmybed.
Yeah, much of the rage I feel is because that ismybed.
Not anymore. Not after tonight.
“Pierce!” I call out and delight in watching him freeze.
The blonde lifts her head. “Oh, God,” she cries out and scrambles off the bed, pushing her dress down.
I can’t help but laugh. “Really, Pierce? Your brother’s wife?”
I look down at his dick, semi-grateful he had the good sense to wear a condom.
Margeaux rushes by me, but stops to say, “Please… Please don’t say anything to Barron.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I mutter, folding my arms and staring at Pierce.
Yanking the condom off his dick, he smoothly gets off the bed. He doesn’t even glance at his sister-in-law running from the bedroom.
Heels click down the metal staircase. Marge is a mess, but Pierce is proud. Proud of getting caught.
“What did you think would happen?” he says, stepping into a pair of sleep shorts. “You left a twenty-thousand-dollar ring on the kitchen counter, Scarlett.”
I swallow hard. “I told you I wasn’t ready.”
He rushes me, pushing me against a closet door. “No one says no to me.”
The air leaves my lungs at this show of fury I didn’t expect.
“I didn’t ask for a ring,” I say more softly to de-escalate the anger.
“You’re making a mistake,” he seethes.
“The mistake was thinking you’d understand.” I try to move, but he keeps me pinned.
“I gave you a place to live when your father was ready to disown you for leaving medical school. What? Do you think you can do better than me?” His shrill voice alarms me.
“Better than a man who cheats on me and then gets rough with me because his fragile ego is hurt?”
“Did you just talk back to me?”
“Yeah, I did.” I shrug. “What are you going to do about it?”
The backhand across my cheek comes so quickly that I feel like I’ve left my body. Like I’m watching myself.
“Shit, Scarlett…” Pierce jumps back, his hands shaking. He takes a few breaths. “I shouldn’t have done that. Let’s discuss this rationally.”
“Rationally? I just got fucking smacked in the face.” That changes shit, right now. “How long?” I ask, moving past him to pack my clothes.
“How long what?”
“How long have you been fucking Margeaux?”
“This was the first time.” He tries to grab me again. “That’s how distraught I was.”
“I’ll still have to get an STD test.”
“You’re acting crazy,” he snaps. “I hate to be the one to tell you, you won’t make it as a doctor. That’s why you left Hamilton in the first place.”