Broken

• Chapter 120 •

"Wow... How swell and coincidental for you guys to reunite," I mumble bitterly. "Don't tell me, we're also going to bump into the first girl you fucked, as well as a former nanny?"

His eyes darken at the dig, he shakes his head at me, "She's nice."

"Hmph..."

He sighs, "Wanna go for a swim or something? I gotta make a call to Zach and Vanessa. Meet you back here in five?"

"That works."

Ashton and I spend the entire day in the water. We had the option to go exploring some museum and go sightseeing with Aoife, but I'd rather roast in the sun and relax for the day. We've been wrestling and splashing around like moronic demon children. He claims he let me drown him out of pity. But psht, I just bruised his masculinity by beating him.

"Come on you two," Ms. Shanice cocks her eyebrow at us. "We gotta go to dinner with the Firas' house."

Ashton's eyebrows knit together, "We?"

"Well I sure as hell can't let you out from under my supervision, Ashford. Come on, I'm hungry," she snaps.

Ashton turns to me with a sheepish smile. I'm really dreading this. He shrugs, "Well she said she'd take care of it."

I roll my eyes, "Do I have to come?"

"Yes."

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She lives in a mansion. On the beach. In the Bahamas. Pft, who would want that? What a loser. I'd rather live in a cardboard box.

"Y'all better be on your best behavior now," Ms. Shanice snaps as we wait by the door. Who has doors this big? An elephant could fit through it. Hmph.

"I could be playing cards with the rest of the class or roasting in the moonlight," I hiss at Ashton.

He rolls his eyes at me, "Roasting in the moonlight? You want moon-burns? Tone it down, Clem. You're being bitter."

I scoff stubbornly, then stop to think for a minute. Maybe I should tone it down with the bitterness. It really is a beautiful house, and it's nice of her to invite us for dinner. I shake my head to myself and inhale deeply, swallowing my better judgment and deciding to give this girl a chance. Plus, Eric and Isabella are with us, too! How bad can this be?

An elegant woman in a fucking gown who looks like the older version of Naz beams at us. "Welcome! My name is Ana. I'm Nazly's mother," she tells Ms. Shanice as she invites us in.

"It's wonderful to meet you. My name is Shanice, Thank you for having us. It is so beautiful here!"

The woman offers her a curt smile and motions towards the dining hall. "Please. Follow me. Nazly, darling! Your guests are here!" she calls out.

I look down at my outfit choice. Jean shorts, flip-flops, and a hoodie. I fit right in.

"I think we're overdressed for this," Eric shrugs to Isabella. They both exchange looks and burst into laughter, shaking the sand off their flip-flops. I smile at this, we're all so damn ratchet. I love it.

"I'm here!" Naz rushes towards the front door, wearing a short red dress. Ugh, she really is pretty.

"Oh, hello," she greets Eric and Isabella. "Hi!" Isabella smiles sweetly. "I'm Nazly," she says.

Isabella nods, "I'm Isabella. This is Eric."

"Hey, nice place," Eric tells her with a smile.

"Thanks, the dining room is straight ahead," she looks past them eagerly to us and shoves Eric and Isabella away. Nope, not us. Ashton.