Page 94 of Stanton Unconditional

Natasha grabs his arm. “Oh my God, Adrian, you won’t believe it. I hardly believe it myself.”

Bridget waves at Natasha and shakes her head to signify silence, she puts her finger to her lips in a sshh signal. Natasha ignores her.

“We had massages today…with happy endings.” She nods to accentuate her point.

I spit my drink out. “What?” I snap angrily Bridget and Adrian burst into laughter.

Fury rips through me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell. She giggles into her glass. “Abbie organized it. It was awesome by the way. His name was Antonio.”

Fucking Abbie. “You had sex with a masseur?” I yell. I’m furious, some dirty masseur had his hands all over her. My skin bristles with jealousy.

She screws up her face and pushes me in the chest. “No, just a massage, silly…but I might on my next visit. Who knows what could happen? I’m mixing it up.” She wobbles her head at me and does a bicep curl. “It’s actually pretty fun being bad you know.” She giggles into her glass as she staggers sideways.

My eyes flick to Adrian and Bridget who are killing themselves laughing.

“I think Abbie actually had sex with her masseur,” Bridget leans in and whispers in a very loud voice and the girls laugh again.

“Why am I not surprised?” Adrian says dryly.

“Scrubber,” Natasha smirks.

“Internal?” I snap. I can’t believe this shit.

“Huh?” She questions.

“Did he touch you internally?” I yell as my anger hits a new level.

She smiles cheekily and rolls her eyes dramatically.

“Not yet…but who knows what will happen on my next visit? As soon as I work out where a female VIP room is, I’m going there too. Aren’t we Didge?” Bridget laughs and nods.

Right, that’s it. I grab her arm. “We are going home now and you and your smartass mouth are going to fucking cop it.”

She giggles as I start to drag her toward the door. “Joshua…I have to go and tell Simon I am leaving,” she

stammers.

I jerk her again. “The only person you need to worry about is me. Get that through that thick head of yours.”

She giggles and goes to run away from me. I grab her and throw her over my shoulder and smack her hard on the ass.

“Behave,” I snap.

“Make me,” she squeals in laughter.

My eyes flick to Ben as I storm toward the door. “Car,” I mouth.

He nods and smirks as he takes out his phone.