I sigh. “God, I dread to think what she’s said about me.” I can just imagine. Beth is always the victim. I guess in this instance, she truly is, but it doesn’t give her an excuse for the other shit she’s done in her life. “I’m glad that you’ll be here with us for Christmas. Are you from around here?” A lot has changed since I moved away for college.
Grant smiles softly at me. “I’m coming to work with Lucas now that the company is set up, I’m his CFO.”
“That’s great that the two of you work so closely together.”
“I hear you’ll be joining the company also. I’ve heard great things. Everyone at the company has been singing your praises. You’ve made a great impression, and I know that you’ll be a great addition to the company.”
My cheeks flame at his praise. “I hope so.”
“You son of a bitch,” Beth screams. “You fucked my daughter. That fucking who—”
“Beth,” Lucas growls, his voice filled with anger. “Watch it.”
“I won’t,” she yells. “Where is the fucking whore?”
I hear her heels clicking against the tiled floor, they’re quick and hurried. Grant moves so that he’s close to me, no doubt ready to intervene if things get crazy. But knowing Beth, they will. “You,” she snarls as she sees me. “You bitch.”
I flash her a smile. “Hello to you too, Beth.”
She slashes her hand through the air, Lucas hot on her heels. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”
I don’t answer her, there’s nothing good that’ll come from this conversation.
“Answer me,” she screams.
I sigh. “Yes,” I say softly. “It was never meant to happen.”
She turns her nose up at me. “Bullshit, you’ve always been a fucking bitch. Always thought you were high and mighty. Better than me and better than your father.”
Her anger’s coming out in full force, and while I understand that she’s angry for what I have done she has no right to throw this shit in my face. “Everyone is better than you and dad, Beth. You’re a fucking drug addict.”
“Recovering,” she hisses.
I can’t help but laugh. “Recovering my ass. You left some Coke on your nose,” I inform her, there’s a gathering of white powder on her nostril. The woman is a damn joke.
She wipes it off with her thumb and then proceeds to put said thumb into her mouth and sucks.
“Yeah,” I reply angrily. “You’re doing great with the recovery, Beth.”
“You fucked my husband and have the nerve to stand there and judge me.”
“Beth,” Lucas snarls as he too, moves so that he’s standing close to me. “Don’t fucking say anything about, Cassie.”
Her lips twist in disgust as she glances from Lucas to Grant and then to me. “Oh, God, both of them.”
I laugh at her stupidity. “No, but I don’t doubt you’ve tried.”
Beth always manages to land on her feet, and if that meant cloning to the next person, she’d do it in a heartbeat. “What woman wouldn’t?”
I sigh. “I’m sorry that you’re hurt, Beth, but nothing is going to change what’s happened. Before you ordered me here for Christmas, I hadn’t spoken to you in years. It’s no skin off my nose to continue that again. Hell, I’d prefer it.”
“You always were an ungrateful bitch. You should know that he’s not that great in bed.”
Lucas’ hand slides around my back. “We haven’t fucked in two months, Beth,” he snarls at her.
For some reason hearing him say that makes my heart soar.
“Because you’re fucking useless,” she hisses at him.