Chapter 18

Abby told Ryleigh, much to her surprise, that she would be extending her stay.

Rye is currently folding her and Luke's clothing. "Why?" she inquired.

"I wish to teach that whore a lesson—" Rye hurled her towel in Abby's face. She moaned, "Hell, Rye!" as she threw back her shirt.

"Two days is sufficient, and I do not wish to be a hindrance—

"Excuse me?" Abby spoke and motioned as if she were writing in the air. " If I wish, I can stay here for a week."

"Luke won't agree—"

"Why then?" Abby interrupted her as she continued to assist her in folding their things.

"Didn't you see nor feel? He did not welcome you or Keith, his friend. Now, how are you going to convince him that you should remain?

“Pardon? Do—me?” Abby pointed to herself and asked, "Do I need his consent if this property is also yours?" Abby slammed her forehead and exclaimed, "Oh, Rye! Wait... I don't know what's wrong with you, but it appears like you're terrified of something happening. Luke is causing you harm, right? Tel