He smiles and gently kisses me again as he brings his hand gently to my jaw. “You do give a great closing argument, Marx. We are going home.” His hand wraps possessively around my waist and he pulls me into his body. “Now. I need to fuck!” he growls into my ear.
Bridget walks up and stands beside me, and Joshua blows out a frustrated breath. Our moment is temporarily broken.
“Do you both want margaritas?” Joshua sighs.
“Yes please,” we both murmur and he walks off.
“Carson just asked me to dance with him and then he tried to kiss me,” Bridget blurts out in a rush.
“What?” I reply.
“Yep.” She nods. “And then when I was walking off the dancefloor I see Ben glaring at me all possessive like and I just wanted to punch him in the nose.”
I nod. “Maybe you should have,” I reply.
“Do you think I should just forget Ben and kiss Carson?” she asks.
I frown. “It’s a hard one. What would Abbie do?” I bite my lip as I think.
“She would go for Carmichael.”
I nod again.
“He is exceptionally hot,” she murmurs.
“Meh.” I shrug. “Doesn’t do it for me,. I prefer Ben.”
“Ben’s a prick!” she snaps.
“Mmm, there is that unfortunate fact.” I nod.
I see Heidi Mills around the other side of the pool. “Oh look, it’s the American stick insect,” I mutter flatly.
Bridget clinks our glasses. “Bridget Jones.” She smirks.
I nod and smile at the stupid movie-lines game we play.
“Oh shit, she’s coming over to us. God, buzz off. Don’t tell her anything,” I whisper, annoyed.
“Are you both having fun?” she asks.
I nod and fake a smile. What do you want bitch?
“Do you live around here?” Bridget asks.
Heidi chuckles. “Oh I love your accent. You’re Australian too. I couldn’t hear it over the music inside.”
“I’m Natasha’s sister,” Bridget replies.
Her face drops. “Oh,” she replies. Abbie comes out and walks around to us and I don’t think I have ever been so happy to see her in my life.
“Hi,” Abbie announces. “Who are you?” She smiles, being her best passive-aggressive self.
Heidi seemingly sums up Abbie. “I’m Heidi.” She fakes a smile as Abbie throws me and Bridge a look.
Joshua returns with three drinks. “Fuck off, Mills,” he growls.
My mouth drops open in shock. “Joshua,” I gasp. “Don’t be so rude!”
Abbie’s hand immediately goes to her hip as she narrows her eyes at the girl.
“She’s not somebody you should be associating with, Natasha,” Joshua sneers
“You don’t know that, we could become friends,” I gasp. This rude behaviour is unacceptable. I don’t want to be friends but if I did he has no say in it.
“Well, seeing she just hit me up for a lunchtime meeting tomorrow in a hotel for sex with no strings, I’m thinking not.” He narrows his eyes at her in contempt.
My heart drops and my horrified eyes meet hers, what?
“Stan,” she gasps. “Stop talking!”
“You did what?” I snap. Of all the nerve, what a scrubber.
“You’ve got a hide,” Abbie growls. “Fuck off now, you slapper, before I punch your ugly face in.”
Bridget gets the uncontrollable giggles into her drink.
Joshua glares at her and I put my hand on my hip angrily.
“Seriously go away, Heidi, you make me sick,” I sneer as I shake my head in disgust.
Heidi huffs and storms off through the crowd, furious that Joshua has called her out.
I stand still… in shock. What the hell just happened? Abbie and Bridget can’t control it anymore and burst out laughing and even Joshua is trying to hold it in.
I bite my lip to hide my smile.
“Punch your ugly face in,” Joshua repeats. “Who says that?”
“I do,” Abbie snaps as she takes Bridget’s drink from her and sips it.
That’s it, I can’t hold it anymore and I burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Adrian asks as he walks up.
“Abbie just told Mills she was going to punch her ugly face in,” Bridget laughs.