Page 83 of Cluelessly Yours

“Sammy, I just wanted you to know how I feel about you,” Gavin says, turning from Hyde and back into Jekyll in an instant. “We had something special. We’d still have it if this fucker would get out of the way.”

Fuck this asshole.I clench my fists at my sides, my body half convinced that now is the perfect time to knock his teeth out, but Sammy steps up beside me now, gently pushing me back with a hand to my chest.

“Gavin, the only reason I let you come back here was so I could tell you to stop calling me and texting me. And now, I think it’s long past time for you to go.”

“It’s because of him, isn’t it?” His laugh drips with disdain. “I should’ve known you’ve been fucking this doctor since that night I saw you together in that ER room. You know, when I drove you to the hospital because your fucking kid broke his arm.”

Sammy’s mouth gapes open, and I step up, ready to lay this piece of shit out like the dog he is, when the door bangs against the wall so hard, I pull Sammy back against my body to shield her.

“You bastard!”a blond woman shouts, her chest heaving with erratic breaths she can’t control. “I fucking knew I’d find you here!”

Gavin has his hands up in defense, and it’s only then that I see the indentation from a missing band on his finger.

This motherfucker.

“So, this is her?” the blonde asks, swinging her fury toward Sammy with a shaky point of her finger. “You’re the home-wrecker screwing my husband?”

“Husband?” Sammy’s head jerks back in shock. “What?”

I pull her even closer to my body.

“Carrie,” Gavin challenges without shame. “Go home. We’ll talk when I get there.”

“Go home?!” She laughs, but it’s harsh and borderline manic. “You’re fucking deranged if you think I’m going to keep living with a lying, cheating, shady bastard!”

“But this is not what you think. It’s—”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Gavin!” The woman’s voice is getting louder by the second. “I know what you’ve been up to. And all thanks to the private investigator I had to hire to track your sneaky ass down, I know she isn’t the only one you’ve been fucking behind my back!”

Holyshit.

“Sammy Baker, you’re a bitch! A home-wrecker!” the woman continues shouting at the top of her lungs, turning all of her attention to Sammy once again. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re a mother of two boys… What kind of example are you giving them by screwing around with someone else’s husband?”

“Hold on.” I step forward to stop this woman from pushing her anger onto the wrong person. “Leave her out of this.”

“Leave her out of this? She’s the one who is fucking my husband!”

“Um,no,” Sammy refutes steadily. “I am not having, and have not had, sex with your husband. We went out to dinner a few times, but I hadnoidea he was married.”

Sammy’s glare at Gavin could set the world on fire if it hit something flammable. As it is, it permanently sends a dozen nails into Gavin’s coffin.

“Carrie, I think we need to go outside and talk,” Gavin says, changing tactics, but his wife is too far gone.

“Are you kidding me, Gavin? Go outside? If we go outside, I’m stabbing you right on the sidewalk!”

At this point, there is no doubt in my mind that every person inside La Croisette can hear this conversation, and that suspicion is confirmed when Mo appears mere seconds later.

Gavin’s wife, though…well, she is too far gone with anger to do anything but keep yelling at the slimy prick she married.

“You asshole! You’re not even telling these women the truth? You’re just acting like you don’t have a wife and three daughters at home? You are such a piece of shit!”

“Uh…” Mo looks around the office with big eyes. “What am I missing? Is there a Jerry Springer episode being filmed back here?”

Instantly, Sammy moves from me to her boss, apology in her every feature. “Oh my God, Mo. I’m so sorry.”

Carrie slides up the sleeves of her sweater. “I’m going to kick your ass, you dickhead! Someone get their phone out and film this. Because I sure as shit want to remember this moment for the rest of my life.”

Mo’s eyes stretch wide, and at the sight of it, I know we’re long past letting this go on. I step up to order, “You two need to take this outside.”

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