Page 20 of The Stallion
I arched my brow, skeptical whether this would be a relaxing weekend in the mountains or something else entirely.
Asher was known for her devious plots and side-tracked plans. And while I was always ready to trust and take her word at face value, sometimes I felt like it was a gamble.
“Sure? I—guess?” There was no confidence in my tone. I knew that.
It had been over forty-eight hours since I last spoke with Connor, and my mood was still not improving.I should be happy, right?
Dodging a bullet and getting a fresh start for a new relationship. The world was my oyster, even though I felt like I had lost my pearl.
At only twenty-seven, anything should still be possible. I was young, attractive, fit, and the fucking queen of the Savage Sirens—Tahlia was forced to step down due to her constant failed attempts of bringing us to number one at nationals.
The bitch’s reign had finally come to an end.
So why was I finding it incredibly difficult to see the silver lining in all of this?
“Right. Not the attitude I was hoping for, but the Sirens will make this a girls’ trip you’ll never forget!” Asher shot a wink over to Mick and Natalie before picking up my suitcase and hauling it out the door to her SUV. “Fucking hell, Bria… did you pack your entire closet in this thing or what?”
“I mean…kinda?” I recoiled. “I didn't know what to bring, so I just threw a bunch of shit in there and called it a day.”
The central portion of my brain was too busy focusing on all the outfits I wore for Connor over the years—the scant tight dresses,the booty shorts that rode up my ass—it felt as though I was purging my closet instead of packing it.
Fuck, was I really nothing more than a skimpy trophy whore to him?
“It’s a weekend trip, not a two-week vacation…” Asher groaned as she lifted the suitcase into the back of her grey Jeep Grand Cherokee, shoving it right up beside hers.
“You say that now, but at least I won’t be the one complaining when you suddenly have nothing to wear.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, mocking her for what always seemed to happen on every trip we’d ever taken together. Asher always ended up stealing an outfit or two from me, never packing enough to suit her indecisive needs.
“Fair point… Let’s hit the road, ladies. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us!”
Mick, Natalie, and I climbed into the SUV, the two of them inthe back and me in the front passenger seat, ready for what I had hoped would be a tame girls’ weekend—one where I could figure my shit out before returning home for cheer practice.
There was nothing worse than a leader who couldn’t lead, and I worked too fucking hard to get here to have it all ripped away simply because of a bad breakup.
I’ll make Connor regret ever landing that first kiss on me.
A fucking waste.
Threehoursintoourdrive, Asher took a left instead of a right, and immediately, my bullshit alarm sounded and I knew…
I perked up in my seat, my accusing glare directed straight at the side of her head as she smiled.
“You passed the turn to the cabin, Ash…” I scolded.
“That I did.”So nonchalant. So Asher. So fucking dead.
“Why?” I growled, knowing exactly which direction we were now heading.
In about two more hours, I would find us surrounded by a boulevard of lights—a strip of hotels and casinos, confirming that I was right to suspect foul play with her and her perky little attitude.
“Look, you’re not going to get over that sad excuse of a man without getting under another—someone way fucking better, and you know as well as I do that—one, you won’t find a man worthy of claiming that position at the cabin, andtwo, it’s fucking Vegas, baby!”
Mick and Natalie cheered right alongside her in the back seat—the scheming fucking traitors.
Within five minutes of the turn, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” by No Resolve started blasting over the radio—Asher cranking up the volume to sing along—and the fucking irony of it all sent me into hysterical laughter.
As if that didn’t sum up the story of my life at this very moment in time.
