Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (32 page)

You live and you learn. Well, lesson learned. Not going to rock that cheating boat again because being cheated on is not the greatest feeling. My phone started shrilling again, I hit ignore.

“Fucker!”

I willed myself to ignore the phone calls and concentrated watching the movie. I melted when I heard Bass’s voice. How pathetic and idiotic am I, right?

I was so engrossed with the movie that I didn’t hear the door open. I jumped out of my skin when I heard someone yelling, “Dooooll!”

Within seconds, Lindsey and Trista walked in the bedroom. I stared at them like they had come from outer space. “How did you guys get in here?”

Lindsey Mason gave me a grin and waved a keycard in the air. “Well, since our doll face is moping, Trista and I decided to drive up here and chill with you.”

That’s nice. “Thank you guys, but how did you two manage to get in?”

Trista laughed as they both joined me in bed. “Lindsey had to dish out some heavy boob seduction to get the guy at the reception desk to hand us a keycard.”

I barked out a laugh. The image Trista painted was just too funny to resist.

“Hey! I had to. You weren’t picking up your phone and we were thinking crazy things. I was desperate to get to you quickly. Who cares about the boobs? It’s not like I lost them or anything. It was just a nice peek-a-boo to make the poor guy’s shift memorable.”

Oh, I just bet.

My easy mood got squashed when Trista spoke. “What happened with Carter, Em?

Where do I even begin to start? Shit. “I had a pregnancy scare over a day ago and I think Carter just lost it after that. I haven’t spoken to him since then. He wouldn’t pick up my calls or return my messages. So, I was really frustrated with him, but at the same time I understood why he freaked out because I did as well. Anyway, I went over to Amanda’s party and looked for him. I found him in the boat house with Amanda, Cece and three other girls having an orgy.”

“Fucking Carter! I told you my brother was not good enough!” Lindsey was upset. She scooted upwards and sat next to me as did Trista. Both of their heads were on my shoulders.

“Men are such horndogs! I’m sorry, Emma.” Trista looked at me and rubbed my arm gently.

“Thank you guys for being here even though I didn’t ask for it. This means a lot of me.” I held both of my arms out and hugged my friends.

“Well, look at the bright side sunshine; you can finally go for Bass Cole without anything holding you back.” Lindsey pointed at the screen where Bass was kissing a woman.

The camera focused and honed in on their locked lips. My eyes took in how his lips kissed the woman. The sight alone of him kissing made me nauseous. I shook my head. “Bass and I are dunzo in that department, Linds. He’s probably too busy with his women. He probably doesn’t remember me.”

Lindsey huffed. “Nah, that’s wishful thinking my friend. That man liked you. I mean really, really liked you and you dropped him like a hot potato. Bass Cole, dumped? That’s unheard of. Trust me, doll, that guy will forever remember you. Guys don’t take rejection kindly. Although, he might just hate your guts a wee bit.”

Trista got all hyped up. “I think you should go see him, Em. You know, make a whole grand gesture thing?”

Uh, how about not? “That would be terrifying. Let’s just drop the subject about Bass, please? I just got cheated on.” I reminded them but they seemed to be busy thinking about me and Bass.

“Bass wants you, doll. I say, give him a call.” Trista insisted.

I bit my bottom lip. “I…he probably doesn’t like me much. It’s fine, really. Bass and I didn’t happen. It’s best to just leave it at that.”

“Wait until Greece, you’ll see.” Lindsey was quite persistent.

“Greece? Who’s going to Greece?” Trista both looked at us.

Crap. I didn’t mention it to Trista and Lindsey promised not to speak to anyone about it, so she’s clueless. “I’m actually going to star in Martin Lombardo’s film as the female lead, with Bass.”

Trista stood up and started jumping on the bed. After her small acrobatics and she managed to catch her breath, she finally landed back to earth. “Oh. My. God. You are so banging Bass there! And fuck, you’re going to be an actress! How cool is that? I can’t wait for Cece to hear this one. She’s going to hate you even more.”

I’m sure. “Well, she already got my boyfriend. That should suffice her, don’t you think?”

I hated thinking about what I witnessed in the boathouse. The images kept flashing in my head when I got reminded of it. I just wanted to throw something or scream my anger out. But that wasn’t going to happen. So, I just opted to simmer.

“Ah, forget Carter Mason. You should, like, have a seduction plan ready when you get to Greece.” Trista clapped her hands together. Well, it’s great that she’s all in high spirits again.

“Better yet, I have the grandest idea! We should visit after a few weeks and watch you guys while filming. Is that possible, Em? I would love to see it all happen!” Lindsey and Trista were both looking at me.

“I have no idea. But I will let you guys know if it’s okay to watch while we’re filming. Although, I totally agree that you both should visit. We can go island hopping!” I suggested while they got excited.

“All those hot Greek men! Gimmehhhh,” Trista shrieked.

I think she’s a little drunk.

Lindsey threw the wine cork at her. “Before you get all excited and start gushing about Greek men, what about Harry, Tris? Is there progress?”

Progress
meaning, have you guys worked it out yet? Are you going to stay together and tell everyone about it or not?

Trista lowered her head and fidgeted with her big toe. “I don’t know about Harry anymore. My cousin’s two months pregnant.”

Fuck.

“What do you plan to do? You can’t keep on going like this and be the other woman. He’s obviously having the time of his life while you’re stuck being miserable!” What’s with all these men? Ugh!

Tears started falling down Trista’s face. I reached out and gathered her in my arms. If I thought my heartbreak was bad, hers was probably ten times worse.  Trista sobbed, “I love him. I don’t know how I can move on. I know it’s wrong and I want to just leave him, but I don’t have it in me. I don’t how if I can survive without him.”

Lindsey stroked her hair. “I know this must be very painful and difficult to do, but you have to let him go. He has a baby on the way, a
little boy or girl that will also be your niece or nephew. You don’t want to be that person to take it away from the little one, doll. I don’t think your conscience could handle it. You’re strong and you’re strength is in there somewhere. It’s high time you really let Harry go.”

Trista was now crying uncontrollably. “I know, I know. I just need time. I will let him go. But I need time to say my goodbye,” Trista spoke in between sniffs.

Taking Trista’s face and wiping her tears away with my thumbs, I gave her a hug. “I think we’ve had enough of sadness tonight. Do you guys want to go through the room service menu and eat our hearts out while we watch vampire Bass kick some ass?”

“Um, yes please?” Trista tried to lighten up the mood.

Lindsey stood up and pulled Trista out of bed. “You look like you’re in need of some pancakes and bacon. Come on, I’m starving!”

Trista merely just nodded.

“Do they even offer breakfast at this hour?” I asked.

“If they don’t, I’ll make them. If pancakes will make Tris happy, she damn better get it.”

I loved Ferocious Lindsey. I think she has that in common with her brother. Fuck, there you go again, the fucking brother. Well, no more of that.

I got up and followed the two who were both hovering over the menu.

Chocolate cake, I want me some. “Don’t forget to order a shitload of dessert. I think we all need a little sugar lovin’.”

“You betcha!” Lindsey grinned at me.

“What the fuck! Who farted?” Lindsey jumped out of the king-sized bed and opened the sliding door that led to the balcony whilst fanning her button nose.

Trista started laughing. “Sorry, I think I ate too much last night. I’m gassy. There’s seems to be no way of stopping it.” She then resumed her laughing hysterics.

Fuck that stinks, BAD. I jumped out of the bed and went out on the balcony with Lindsey, laughing. Trista followed us.

Lindsey pulled a chair. “Sit your ass down woman and wait until the  gods of shit bestow you the gift of using the toilet. But until then, do not come near me!”

Trista was now on the floor, laughing. “Aye, aye Fart Patrol!”

It was already two in the afternoon on a Saturday. We woke up late because we kept rewinding the sex scene with Bass. Yeah, we just drooled at the sight of his nice ass.

Lindsey sat across from Trista. Both of their laughs were dying down. I plopped down on the other chair next to them
. “Have you guys heard from Amber? I’ve tried calling and texting her but she’s not picking up.” Amber has been MIA. I don’t know if she’s doing that on purpose and is simply choosing to ignore all of us.

Trista looked serious all of a sudden. “I have been doing the same too but she’s not picking up. Her phone rings though, that means she charges it and she’s still somewhere, but I guess she doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”

Trista had a point. Amber can’t be bothered. I just hope she’s doing okay. We had to go home soon and I wanted to shower but I didn’t bring any clothes with me. “Guys, we have to check out in two hours.”

“What? Why?” Lindsey asked, confused.

“Because we have to go home?”  Duh? We don’t live here, although I wish I did.

Lindsey pulled down her shades and leaned against the chair, her face basking in the sun. “Forget it. We’re staying another day here. We’ll go shop for clothes later and go have dinner somewhere. How does that sound?”

Hmmm, strange, I thought. I folded my arms and stared at her. “What’s your reason, Lindsey? Why don’t you want to go home?”

She rolled her eyes at me.  “Same shit different day. Brody and I…I told him I didn’t want to do the ‘get to know each other’ route. Besides, I think this will be good for us, to stay another day I mean.”

And another one bites the dust. “Yeah, another day sounds good.”

Trista stood up, “Sounds good to me. I have to go downstairs and get my phone charger. Be right back.”

Lindsey and I were waiting for the coffee and fruit bowl we ordered when Trista came back.

“Guys look what I found!” She was out of breath when she slammed the magazine on the coffee table.

Lindsey and I both leaned over to check it out. It was Bass coming out of a club with the gorgeous Winston Twins. The Winston sisters, Kate and Khloe, were models as well as socialites. Their father, Grant Winston, owned one of the largest leading production companies in Hollywood. The Winston Twins are beautiful and rich. And it looked like Bass thought so too.

Guess Lydia Cornwell was history.

Lindsey and Trista were looking over the article but I didn’t join in. I honestly did not want to know about Bass’s sex life. At all.

“This picture was taken last night. It seems Bass is here in L.A. for the weekend,” Trista shrieked.

Okay, so? I wouldn’t call him. “Well, that’s nice.”

Trista looked at me and then back to the trashy magazine.

“Well, who needs another playboy anyway? I sure don’t.” Trista took the magazine and dumped it in the trash.

That’s much better, thank you.

“I wonder, when you look into my eyes and watch my heart shatter, does it break your heart too, even crack it a little bit?"

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Author Unknown

I halted when I heard a loud knock on the door.