Chapter 87 Trash
I watch as the bitches look between me and Rick. They blink like they aren't quite sure they believe him when he told them I'm not just another one of his flings.
“Fi-fiance?” the one called Anna stumbles over her words as she pales in confusion. She suddenly looks very uncomfortable about this whole situation.
I understand where he confusion must be coming from. From what I know of Rick, he used to be a big player and must've brought lots of women here... probably no their younger sisters though. This whole thing seems to be new to the two bimbos looking at me like I'm some sort of worm that lied to their boss, pretending I was a princess.
I saw the look when we entered. They weren't just confused, they were furious. I could see the jealousy in their eyes when he had his hand around my waist, telling them to handle my sisters... And then he told them they weren't supposed to be in the guest rooms. They were supposed to be in one of the family rooms.
A room, where my poor sister is sobbing into Liv's arms because she decided to 'decorate' with her one and only poster Dad got her when she was younger. I know for a fact she left most of her things at Aunt Beth's place, but she couldn't part with this one object.
“YES! Josie is my FIANCE! Not some slut. Not some one night stand. Not a plaything! She’s my future wife! And since Liv and Charlie are going to be my little sisters and you can’t even handle that, you are both fired!" he growled at his stupid staff. I can't help the little thrill as he ranted at the women. He called me his future wife!
“FIRED?” their shill voices echoed through the whole damn house. They look completely aghast at the fact he'd pick me over them. To be frank, I'm a little shocked too. I'm not used to this yet, and I really don't know what to do with this feeling.
As much as I'm starting to trust Rick, there is always this ticking time bomb in the back of my mind, waiting for something to go wrong. All I've known for the last 5 years is disappointment and abuse. I'm scared to want something good. I'm scared to hope.
“YES! You have two minutes to leave my house before I call security!” he snarls at the women.
I know I probably could calm him down and tell him not to make rash decisions. That they didn't know any better... But I keep my mouth shut, because even if we were just 'guests', they would probably treat others the same way they are treating us... And no one deserves to be treated like trash... especially in their own home.
"But... Ricky... They are trash! Just look at them! They will ruin all the rooms!" The woman called Stephanie complained, simpering up to him, trying to reach his chest. "Just look at their clothes! They are ragged and not even clean!"
Rick didn't seem to have a problem shoving her to the side, and pulling me tighter into him. I can feel his heart pounding, and I'm pretty sure it's not for the same reason I had it pounding 10 minutes ago. He's pissed as hell, and a strange tug in my heart lets me know it's okay to be happy about this. I swear I love him for it.
"Did you not hear me?" he chuckles darkly, stepping forward, making the sluts step back in trepidation. "I've been waiting for Josie for years. You've got nothin' on her. And while she has lived with her evil aunt, who tends to steal her money, her state of living isn't her fault, and it's none of your damn business! Now they are going to be treated like royalty... And since you can't seem to follow orders, you're done!" He snarls grabbing his phone from his back pocket and dialing.
"Hey, Grant? I need you to come gather Stephanie and Anna and toss them off the property... Yeah, and make sure they never come back!" He grunted.
I guess Rick was throwing them out like the trash they said we were.