He’s pacing in front of the entertainment stand. His disheveled appearance tells me that yes, he knows about me and Holden. His cloudy eyes meet mine.
“How long?”
“What?”
“How long have you been fucking him behind my back?”
“Not as long as you’ve been fucking Judy.” I laugh without humor.
“I told you that was over.”
“That’s not what she told me an hour ago,” I counter.
“What are you talking about?”
“I ran into Judy and she told me that she’s on vacation this week. You didn’t fire her. You’re still fucking her. And what are you doing back early?”
“I wanted to surprise you and I come home to find my shit in boxes and your stuff in my best friend’s room. You’re nothing but a slut.”
“Don’t call her that,” Holden warns, joining the conversation.
“What are you going to do about it? You can’t even get your own pussy. You gotta fuck my girlfriend because everyone has already had your lame dick and figured out what a fucking loser you are. Even your wife left you for your own brother no less. You’re fucking pathetic, man. Hell, she even called and propositioned me. How do you think I found about you two? She sent me pictures. She’s been watching you make a fool of me, but no more. You guys can have each other.”
Holden gets in his face and grabs him up by the collar of his shirt. Ezra’s feet are dangling in the air. “You’re gonna get your shit and get the fuck out.”
Holden is furious as him and Ezra spit insults at one another.
“What are you mad about, Holden? That Reese came crawling to me? That your wife wanted my dick? Have fun with my leftovers, I don’t want yours,” he sneers.
And that’s it. Holden rears his fist back and lands a hook to Ezra’s nose. Blood spurts out and splatters across his face then he drops him to the floor and kicks
him.
Ezra grabs his nose, making a pained face. “You broke my goddamned nose!”
“I’ll break your dick next of you don’t get the fuck out and stay away from her.”
I have to admit, as I was watching the scene play out, that for a moment Ezra planted doubt in my mind. Because it did seem Holden was upset about Reese, but I can’t go down that road right now. I know Holden loves me. When he says stay away from her, he means me, doesn’t he?
Holden storms to the front door and swings it open. “You can walk out, or I will throw you out,” he threatens.
Ezra stumbles to his feet. He staggers toward me and grabs my face with his bloody fingers. “You’ll come crawling back to me when he fucks you over. I give you a week, if that, before he’s fucking Reese again.” He attempts to kiss me, but Holden has grabbed him around his neck in a chokehold and is dragging him to the door.
I sink to the floor as tears sting my eyes, trying to process what just happened. I knew it would be bad. I just never pictured it going this south. And what the fuck did he mean Reese was watching us and taking pictures? I rub my hands up and down my arms, feeling violated.
Holden is still seething when he slams the door shut.
“I need a minute, baby.”
I can only nod. I don’t know what he is thinking right now. Is he thinking about Reese? Is he regretting being with me? He just hit his best friend and kicked him out all for me.
Holden goes to the bathroom and I hear the mirror shatter. I get up from the floor and go to him. The glass is shattered in the sink and his knuckles are split open.
“Holden! What are you doing? Your knuckles. We need to go get your hand checked out.” I grab a towel and wrap it around his fist. The white cotton turns to red immediately.
“I’ll be fine,” he growls. “You should probably just go to bed,” he says and goes to the kitchen.
“What!? I can’t go to bed right now. Are you mad at me?” I follow him.