James (Resisting Love #3)(34)

“Cue the tears,” we all say at the same time. Our mother can be a little melodramatic sometimes. Best mother in the world. I play my shot, sinking in two balls.

“Awkward moment last week when Layla and I went out to dinner, and the blonde twins show up,” Chase says, visibly cringing. The twins are two girls that used to party at the house a lot. A lot. Awkward is an understatement, although I’m sure Layla is used to it by now, since Chase has been around town and back. Twice.

“Does Layla still get pissed?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Chase’s grunt in answer enough. Kade laughs, earning himself a glare. I walk over to the jukebox, and put on a track.

“James, who's gonna be your best man?” Kade asks, glancing over at Chase. Here we go.

“So, I’ve decided-”

“Let me guess, you are choosing both of us,” Chase cuts me off.

“Hey, you two both did it.” I say, smirking.

“I know. I just wanted to see who your favourite brother was,” Kade teases. Not this again. Having three in the family is sometimes a curse.

“I like you both equally,” I say diplomatically.

“Riiiggghhhhtt,” Chase says, with an ‘it’s okay we won’t tell Kade’ look on his face. I laugh at his expression. Not many people get to see the playful side of Chase, but trust me, he can be pretty damn hilarious at times. My phone rings again from an unknown number. I hit the green button.

“Yep,” I greet.

“James, I’m at your house,” a female voice croons. I still, hoping this isn’t who I think it is.

“Who is this?” I ask, my heart starting to race. Sasha is home, and I’m seriously not liking the sound of this.

“Nancy,” she says. I stop breathing for a second.

‘Don’t you f*cking go into my house, Nancy. What are you doing here?” I yell.

“Where are you, James?” she asks.

“How do you even know where I live?” I snap.

“It was easy enough to find out,” she says with a giggle. A giggle. Like my relationship with Sasha doesn’t depend on how this situation plays out.

“What the hell do you want?” I sneer. I see Chase and Kade crowd around me, looking worried and angry on my behalf.

“I came to see you. Better get home,” she says, hanging up.

“Fuck!” I yell.

“James, what do you need us to do?” Chase and Kade ask me but I’m not listening. I dial Sasha’s number and pray that she’s not home.

She doesn’t even answer.

I need to get home, and now.

Or my whole world is gonna explode.

***

Sasha

I frown at the knock on the door, not expecting anyone. My toe nails are painted a deep blue, and still wet, so I walk on my heels to answer the door. I hear my phone ring but I ignore it. I’ll call them back. I open it slightly and peer out at a blonde woman. Dressed casually in jeans and a tank top, her shrew dark eyes are on me, yet she doesn’t say anything. She scowls, her lips curling in distaste. I notice her suitcase, which confuses me further.

“Yes?” I ask, none too nicely.

“I’m here to see James,” she says.

“He’s not here,” I say back in a none too friendly tone.

“I’ll wait,” she says in a snooty tone.

“And you are?” I demand.

“I’m Mrs. Steele. James’ wife. Who are you?” she asks with an evil smile. My heart stops. No. There's no way.

“Bullshit,” I scoff, calling her bluff. She pulls a document out of her handbag and hands it over to me. A licence certificate. It looks legitimate, but what do I know about forged documents?



“What do you want?” I ask her warily.

“I want my husband, of course,” she says.

I practically growl and slam the door shut in her face. My phone rings again and I answer.

“Sasha, I’m almost home. I can explain,” James says the second I answer. He sounds nervous. A bad feeling takes over.

“Are you married to her? Yes or no,” I tell him.

“It’s complicated-”

“Yes or no, James!” I yell.

“Yes, but-”

I hang up.

James Steele is married.

The love of my life is married. Great, now I’m a f*cking adulteress. How could he do this to me? To Jye? To us? I try my hardest to shut my mind off. I need the numbness right now. I call my mother and ask her if she can keep Jye for another night, she says it’s no problem at all. I’m grateful. I don’t want Jye to see me break. To see me weak. Because right now I’m barely holding it together.

I walk outside the front door to find that bitch parked across the road in her rental car. She smiles when she sees me. She smiles. I generally don’t get into fights anymore. As a mother, I want to set an example for my kid. I want to lead by example. So, I tone down my crazy. Right this very second, though, all those thoughts are out the window.

I walk right up to her car and take out the house key, dangling it in front of her. She warily puts her window down, and I put my hand in and offer her the key. She smirks and takes it. As soon as the key is in her hand, I grab the back of her head and hit it into the steering wheel. Once, twice. Thrice for good measure. Then I walk off, get into my car and drive off.