Page 84 of Wardrobe Malfunction

I laugh. “You’re insane. And I definitely don’t want you back. In fact, I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“I made a mistake.”

“You screwed my best friend for months. Hardly a mistake. How is Cain by the way?”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen him since the show. I’ve regretted so badly what happened. I’ve wanted to come see you so many times, but I knew you were angry, and you needed to get that out of your system.”

“You mean, my drink and sex addiction. Oh, and my tendencies toward violence. You told them I hit you, for fuck’s sake, Piper.”

“I never said any of that, V. You know the press; they make shit up.” She steps forward and wraps her hands around my wrists. “I miss you.”

I yank them away and step back. “Yeah, well, I don’t miss you. I don’t even like you. I’m not sure I ever did.”

“Do you remember how good we used to be together?”

“No. I remember I used to like fucking you, but that got old fast.”

Her brows draw together. I’m surprised they can move with the amount of Botox she has done.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I really do. What are you here for, Piper? Really?”

“You, I told you.”

“No, you’re after something. But, honestly, I don’t care. There’s nothing you can do to hurt me. Now, if you don’t mind, I have things to do.” I nod in the direction of the door.

“V, listen to me; the only thing I want is you. I want you back.” She’s in my space in seconds and presses her hands to my chest.

“Yoo-hoo! It’s me! You’d better be decent…or not…”

Charly’s soft laughter tickles my ears just as I’ve caught hold of Piper’s wrist to try to get the crazy bitch off me.

But, instantly, I know how this will look to Charly.

And it’s not good. Not good at all.

She looks frozen to the spot. The hurt in her expression is so clear and evident and like a punch to the chest.

“Charly.” I shove Piper aside.

She seems to snap back to attention, her face and eyes clearing of all emotion. “I just came to drop off your clothes for tomorrow.” She drops the garment bag in her hand over the chair by the door. “Sorry to interrupt.”

And, before I can say another word, she’s gone, back out the door.

I’m going to fucking strangle Piper.

“You.” I turn on her. “Out. Now.”

She laughs, her eyes going to the door that Charly just exited, and in this moment, I can’t see one thing that I ever saw in this woman. She’s a total bitch.

She looks back at me, a twisted smile on her face. “Her? Really, V? I thought you had better taste than that.”

“Clearly not because I dated your psycho ass for six months. And, for fuck’s sake, stop calling me V! I hate it. I’ve always hated it. And not that it’s any of your fucking business, but no, I’m not dating her. Even still, she has more class in her little finger than you have in your whole body. Now, get your bony ass the fuck out of my trailer before I pick you up and throw you out myself, and then you’ll really have a story to sell to the press.”

My chest is heaving. I’m raging. And I need to find Charly.

“Fine, have it your way, V,” she accentuates just to piss me off. “Have your fun with your little chippie. You’ll be crawling back to me soon enough when you get bored.”