Page 146 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Asher grabs a beer and a bag of chips before plopping down next to me. “The car looks nice. Are you done?”
“Not yet. I have to finish a few details.”
“I wonder how Avi’s presentation went.”
“Oh yeah, he mentioned it. Do you know what it was on?”
“He was writing about PTSD. He didn’t tell you about it?”
I shake my head and put the phone on the table, shifting to the side to face Asher.
“Huh. I thought he would have mentioned it because he wrote about you too.”
Immediately stiffening, my face contorts in annoyance. “What do you mean he wrote about me?” Betrayal cuts through me. I told him so much. He was so easy to talk to, and I just let him in like he could be trusted. I should have known better. God, I’m so stupid. This was always too good to be true.
“Dunno.” Asher pops a chip in his mouth then glances at me with wide eyes when he realizes that I’m mad. “I don’t think it was bad, babe.”
“How do you know that?” I stand and put my hands on my hips. “My life isn’t some case study for you guys.”
“Whitney,” Asher pleads. “I’m sure it isn’t like that.”
“How can it not be? He’s writing about PTSD and other than himself, the only experience he has is watching me. So what, he’s telling the entire class what a basket case I am?”
“Babe.” Asher puts the bag of chips and beer on the table.
“No.” I slice my hand through the air. “I need some time alone.” Exiting the house, I head to the back and grab one of the axes, flinging it without aiming. It misses the target, but I don’t even care. I grab another and throw it, growling at the target when I miss.
How could he?
