Aspyn Cartwright was speechless.
Unfortunately, she was also standing there in front of all of Palm Beach society with her mouth hanging open like an ill-fated largemouth bass dangling from fishing line. In silence, she watched in horror as her douche bag ex of only twelve hours, shared a deep—almost porno material —kiss— with his newest girlfriend, who, if rumor was correct was also the main attraction at Pirate’s Booty, a gentleman’s club down in the Key’s.
Aspyn, cheeks burning with fury, faced her two friends, Ashley and Sarah, as they came to stand beside her. The three of them turned and observed the spectacle of Martin making an ass of himself with the dancer. Hard to believe she’d ignored all of her friends’ advice and followed the bum to Florida. Could have been worse. It could have been some cold and depressing backwoods location, rather than being near the water where she was happiest.
Was he actually grinding with that girl? And was that product in his hair? Martin never used anything to help tame his hair. Frankly, she was surprised he knew what product was or how to apply it for that matter. As for grinding, the only grinding he ever did with her were coffee beans for their morning coffee. Jerk!
“So, are you ready to pack and come back home?” Sarah asked.
“Yeah, without question.” Aspyn waited for the hurt to flood her but to her surprise, sadness was not one of the emotions washing over her. Instead, she was relieved. And pissed. But the pissed part was more a how come I didn’t kick him to the curb first thing than an scorned lover thing.
However, the relief was rather short lived. Her mother would have plenty to say about what had just taken place. Lord knew the woman had an opinion about everything, so why not about a man basically dry humping an “exotic” dancer in front of notable members of southern society?
Aspyn gave Martin and his booty-call girlfriend one last look before she spun on her Louboutin heels and walked with dignified grace away from the spectacle. She mentally shook her head at the foolishness of her plan to surprise Martin with this visit. It was supposed to have been a way to add spark to the damp coals of a relationship that clearly wasn’t working—for either of them. Well, there’d been a surprise all right. Just not the kind she’d been planning.