“You’re going to let her speak to me that way?”
Zoey answered her before I could.
“To be fair, you did come to HIS house to tell him not to be happy.” She shrugged. “That’s being a bully, and I defend those being bullied.”
“I’ve had enough. I will not stand here and be disrespected by these lower-class people.”
“Then I guess it’s time for you to leave,” I said.
“You will regret this.” She pointed at me and walked out the door.
“I’m sorry, Wes.” Sam hugged me.
“For what? She deserved every word handed to her.”
“Zoey, what you?—”
I stopped Sam.
“Come here.” I held out my arms to Zoey. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You told her exactly what I’ve been too afraid to say my entire life.”
“She’s awful, Wes.”
“I know she is. She always has been.”
“Can I eat my Taco Bell now?”
“Yes,” Sam said. “Wes and I are going grocery shopping.” She smiled.
“Right. I forgot about that,” I sighed.
Chapter Thirty-Five
TWO WEEKS LATER
Samantha
A smile swept over my lips as my eyes opened. I loved living here. It had been a week since Zoey and I moved into Weston’s brownstone. Weston rolled over and wrapped his arm around me just as our alarm went off.
“Christ,” he mumbled, reaching over and turning it off.
“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled, pressing my lips against his.
“Good morning, beautiful. Do we have to get up? Can’t we stay in bed all day and have sex?” He grinned.
“As much as I would love that, I have students to teach about teenagers making bad and impulsive decisions.”
We climbed out of bed, and Wes hopped into the shower while I put on my makeup and fixed my hair. I was standing at the sink, brushing my teeth, when a wave of nausea struck me. I set my toothbrush down and gripped the edge of the sink, waiting for it to pass.
“Are you okay, babe?” Wes asked, wrapping a towel around his waist.
“I’m fine.” I smiled, picking up my toothbrush.
The nausea passed, and I felt better. After getting dressed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Zoey was sitting at the island, eating a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit.
“Morning.” I smiled.
“Morning.” Zoey stared down at her phone.