James (Resisting Love #3)(35)

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James

There's an unfamiliar car parked in my driveway, and Sasha’s car is gone. I seriously don’t like where this is going. I open the front door and head to my bedroom, when I hear the television on in there. The sight before me makes me see red. Nancy has made herself at home, in Sasha’s and my bedroom.

“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” I demand through clenched teeth. I push my sleeves up to my elbows, the movements jerky with restrained anger. She looks up from where she is lying on our bed. Lying on our.f*cking.bed.

“Nancy, get in the kitchen, now!” I yell.

She gets up and saunters into the kitchen, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. This woman is f*cking insane. Bat-shit crazy. There is no other explanation for it. I follow her into the kitchen, pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers. Boy, do I have some grovelling to do.

“Why did you come here?” I start with.

She shrugs. The motion infuriates me. “You said you wanted a divorce. I wanted to come and see why. Maybe we could work things out?” she asks, running her tongue over her lips. Instead of turning me on, my dick shrivels up even further, if that's possible. I slept with this woman once, and I’m sure as f*ck never going there again.

“What do you want?” I ask her frankly. I’m not stupid. The bitch is here for something.

“I want some money,” she admits, glancing around and looking at my large house and nice possessions. I can almost see the dollar signs in her eyes.

“What happened to your forehead?” I ask. It’s red and puffy.

She scowls. “Slight altercation.”

Sasha. I can’t help it, I smile.

“Fuck you, James,” she hisses.

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. “I am the f*cking poster boy of why people shouldn't get drunk in Vegas,” I say to myself. Apparently it only takes one night and a bottle of scotch to ruin your life.

“You could have said you wanted money before you signed the papers, why did you have to come here and f*ck my life up?” I really want to know this.

She shrugs again. She’s lucky I would never raise my hand on a woman. “When it’s all said and done, legally you’re still mine, James. Pissed me off some other girl is living here with you, enjoying all this,” she gestures to the house. “When it’s me carrying your last name.”

I stare at her, my eyes narrowing. “I just want you gone. Out of my life, for good. You're a f*cking mistake, poison. How much do you want?” I sneer.

“Two hundred grand,” she says without even a flinch.

“Sign the papers and I'll give you a hundred. But my lawyers will draw up a contract saying you can’t come near me or anyone I know again,” I tell her.

“Fine,” she pouts. Ungrateful bitch.

“Get out. Meet me at my lawyer's tomorrow, I'll message you the details,” I say, not even looking at her anymore.

“You sure you don’t wanna f*ck your wife one last time?” she purrs.

I shake my head in distaste. “No way in hell. Bye, Nancy.”

She stomps out and slams the door behind her.

Good f*cking riddance. Nothing feels better than cutting dead branches.

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Chapter Nineteen


Sasha


After driving around aimlessly for twenty minutes, I finally decide who I was going to crash with for the night. Who I wanted to comfort me right now. I press the doorbell to the mansion, and wait impatiently. After ringing it three times the door finally opens.

“Hey!” I say in surprise.

“Hey, Sasha,” Saxon says.

“Is Ryder in?”

“No, he went on a small trip with Lexi. Come on in,” he says, opening the door wide. I walk in and smile at the pictures of Ryder and Lexi smiling, hugging and kissing. So in love, those two.

“You house sitting or something?” I ask him.

“My new house is getting built, so Ry told me to crash here,” he says.

“Oh,” I say, feeling sad Ry isn’t around. Who's going to hug me and tell me how much of a princess I am now?

“You wanna talk about it?” Sax asks. I eye him warily. Sure we’ve met a bunch of times over the years, but we’ve never had any deep and meaningful chats.

“Ry usually hugs me and tells me how amazing I am,” I say with a dramatic sigh. Saxon laughs, and takes a step closer.

“Come here. How about I tell you all the things Ryder has said about you to me? Would that work?”

“I would like that,” I say softly, my eyes starting to water.

“Come here, Sasha,” he says sweetly, pulling me into his arms for a hug. I start sobbing uncontrollably, my body heaving with the effort. I am not a pretty crier. Instead of freaking out, Sax rubs my back in a circular motion, letting my tears drench his black singlet. He carries me into his arms and sits me down on the couch, taking a seat next to me.

“What happened?” he asks once my sobbing is under control.

“James is married.” I allow that to sink in before continuing.

“He proposed to me when he was already married! Who does that?” I yell. Sax’s brown eyes widen and then narrow in anger. My gaze is drawn to the scar that goes through his left eyebrow. It gives him a sexy bad boy edge. I wonder how he got it?