Without Me

“That’s Gerard, my best guard. He is looking after her,” Eugene replies. Fuck this Gerard guy, “Guys… back up, you’re suffocating me with your jealousy and I’m not even joking.”

He’s right, Asheron and I are throwing off crazy jealous scent.

“Let me see more then,” I demand, snatching the phone from his hand. As soon as I have it, Asheron takes it from me to be the one in control, of course. Asheron quickly swipes through the photos of Georgie in Paris with her assistant and friend, Jos. And that Gerard fuck.

Then… Georgie in a bikini on the beach. It’s a modest bikini, but still, most of her body is exposed and she’s way too close to Gerard. And far too far from us. On a beach, without me.

That’s a low blow. I always begged and begged her to get away from Asheron for at least a week so she could travel with me and she always said: no. But now she can travel.

With that guy.

“Where is this?” I ask Eugene, my shoulders are so tense I feel them up in my ears. He’s watching us as