I stayed with Mrs. Masen until she drifted off. Despite the
medication she received, her face was not relaxed and her posture was rigid. I
kissed her temple, leaving her room and trying to calm down. Esme Platt was one
truly vindictive bitch. I understood why Edward couldn’t walk away from her.
Esme could do anything to his mother since she was her legal guardian if Edward
was unavailable.
And don’t even get me started on how she convinced him. Why
would he agree to that? He knows what Esme is capable of.
Fuck. My. Life.
I waved at Carmen, going out to my car and driving away from
the nursing home. I picked up my cell phone, dialing Edward’s burn cell, but
per usual, it went straight to the non-existent voicemail. With a sigh, I
tossed my phone into the passenger seat and drove back to the hotel. Using the
valet to park my car, I checked on Jessica and Lauren before going up to my
suite so I could make some dinner.
I was just sitting down with my Lean Cuisine and a glass of
wine when there was a brusque knock at my door. Grumbling, I got up and opened
it up. Rose and Emmett were standing on the other side. They were holding hands,
looking freshly fucked.
“Your blouse is buttoned wrong,” I pointed out bitterly to
Rose.
“Shit,” she spat, quickly fixing it. “Are you busy?” She
walked in with Emmett on her heels.
“I was just sitting down to eat,” I answered, pointing to my
pitiful meal.
“That’s not busy,” Rose scoffed, sitting down and wrinkling
her nose at my beef enchilada. “Do you need to take a shit, Bells?”
“Rose, don’t be crass,” I scowled.
“What? There is more fiber in there than a jar full of
Metamucil that my grandmother uses,” Rose snickered. I picked up my meal,
tossing it into the refrigerator and sat down opposite that nauseating twins.
Emmett was practically mauling Rose’s neck. She melted against his chest,
practically unhinging her jaw to kiss him.
“Yo! Porn stars! I don’t want you to fuck on my sectional,”
I spat, snapping at them. “Why are you interrupting my oh-so delectable meal?”
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