TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (read after TXT) 📕

calm down. Hopefully, when I return, we'd both be in a better mood to discuss my concerns like two rational adults.

Chalk one up for me being seriously mistaken, folks.

When I returned to our table, I noticed that our server Shawn was there clearing off our dinnerware's last remnants, and Dasha was nowhere in sight. Confused, I looked at Shawn, who displayed some serious signs of discomfort as his gaze drifted downwards, refusing to look me in the eye. He handed me a white, folded piece of paper. "Sorry." He quietly spoke. "Your friend seemed a bit upset, so she tossed two fifties on the table and told me to keep the change as long as I gave you this." I cautiously took the slip of paper from Shawn, apologized for the uncomfortable drama, and thanked him as I grabbed my purse and headed towards the exit. I just needed to get the hell out of the awkward situation that this poor guy had been witness to.

It wasn't until I was back seated in the driver's seat of my car when it dawned on me that I was still clutching the note left from Dasha. I just stared at it; dread filled my every pore. I could tell this wasn't going to be good. And I was right.

When I opened the note and saw what she had transcribed in her delicate handwriting, it was as if I had been kicked in the gut by an elephant.

STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE SAM, AND DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME AGAIN! –D

My jaw dropped as I let the note slip out of my trembling hands onto my lap.

Seriously people ... What the FUCK just happened?!

Chapter 9

Sammie's POV

I walked into my condo and stepped into the dimly lit living room that looked as gloomy as I felt. Feeling completely numb, I slipped off my shoes and slumped down into the oversized cushions of my dark grey couch. I couldn't believe what had just happened between Dasha and me. Where did all her animosity come from? Her behavior towards me was completely out of the blue.

I was resolved to restoring whatever rift had been created between me and my BFF, but I knew I needed to give her some time and space to calm down. She needed time to realize that she and I were best friends no matter what, and we shouldn't let a disagreement, no matter how ridiculous, get between us.

I got up and walked into my kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. Determined to continue my pity party, I poured myself a glass of chardonnay. OK, well, maybe a few glasses, but who's counting. The sound of my cell receiving a text message broke me from my troubled thoughts.

Maybe Dasha finally calmed down; I sighed out loud.

Much to my dismay, it wasn't.

My friend Shantahlia had sent me a message. I was going to ignore it. I wasn't in the mood to be coerced into hitting up some random bar this evening, but something inside me alerted me that I should check out her message.

Hey sweetpea, it looks like a certain douche was keeping secrets. Check out the link I sent, and you call me girl if you need someone to talk to. Kisses and hugs. Shay

Well, now, my curiosity had been piqued. Shantahlia, Shay as she preferred to be called, sounded like something was seriously going on, so I went ahead and clicked on the YouTube link she sent me.

Damn, can this day just get any fucking better?

Someone posted a video of the WWF Q & A panel they had attended, which just so happened to be precisely where Justin was. But dear Justin was not alone.

Nay Nay.

Sitting next to him was a young platinum blond woman, dressed in an outfit that left nothing to the imagination. She looked like a plastic Barbie, with her overly Botox lips and at least G sized silicone breasts that were far too large for her petite frame. Apparently, she was a famous actress in the Adult Entertainment industry.

Really people?!

Before you judge, believe it or not, I wasn't jealous or upset because Justin was with another woman. That was not the issue, my friends.

Nay Nay.

My anger was stemming from the fact that apparently, the woman beside him was his fiancée—a fiancée who had been engaged to him for over a year. The topper was that they were planning on having their wedding nuptials in the following month.

Let's do the math, shall we? Justin was engaged to Barbie for over a year, and for the last two months, Justin had been doing the dirty deed with me.

Fuck Me – I was the other woman!

I facepalmed.

Ish.

Well, upside, I guess Justin and I didn't need to have "the talk" anymore.

Time to cut this toxic chord. I decided to inform Justin that we would no longer be continuing our relationship professional or otherwise. So, I did what any pissed off, slightly tipsy woman would do – I sent him a not so lovely text.

Hey Babe ... I just wanted to let you know that there's been a slight change in our upcoming training sessions.

THERE WON'T BE ANY – MAYBE YOUR FIANCEE CAN HELP YOU FIND ANOTHER THERAPIST. ASS-HAT

WE'RE OFFICIALLY DONE – LOSE MY NUMBER

SAM

After I deleted and blocked Justin's number, I smiled at the smug satisfaction I felt, knowing that I was not about to be played anymore by some cheating asshole.

Seriously, what a loser.

I texted Shay to thank her for revealing the truth about Justin. I assured her that I was totally OK and not to worry. He was easily replaceable with my trusty vibrator. I let her know that I had had a crazy day and was just going to head to bed early. I was exhausted from the day's events and realized that I genuinely