Chapter 4
ASHTON
Virgin my foot. It's just as I suspected. She's no different from the other whores. She wears ankle-skimming dresses to fool others but she can never fool me. If you're a whore, be a whore. Don't pretend to be a saint. That's worse than gross.
"It's..."
"...not what I think?" I finish her sentence, strolling into the book store. "So, you weren't in here smooching your ex-boyfriend after the show you put up in my house this morning and the money my mum gave your family?"
"Ex-boyfriend" Demi corrects me.
"Yeah. And that makes it better?"
"Which is it?" Iman asks, squaring his shoulders. "Asher, Ashal, Ashton or Ashley Rollins?" I reply him with a death stare.
"You'll do well to keep those names out of your cheating lips or by god, I'll bash your face in so far the only women you'll see for a while will be from the pages of a raunchy magazine."
"The violent one. I see" Iman says. Just then, Demi slaps him hard across his face.
"Get out!" She yells. "You put me in this mess. I never want to see you again." Iman reels his hand backwards to return the gesture and I watch Demi duck for cover. He beats her, huh? Coward. Both of them. Iman is wise to stop himself in my presence.
"Cunt." He spits at her feet and heads for the door. I want to punch him so bad but I don't want this being misconstrued. After the door clicks shut, I turn to Demi. Her face is flushed with fear. I don't care.