Win a Filthy Bad Boy: A Bad Boy Romance by Lacy Carter

manipulative treatment because she wanted to be loved and cherished. The other part of her outright ignored his neglect.
     
    “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than—” Bonnie started to say before Henry cut her off.
     
    “Maybe we can catch up and go for a coffee one day?” Henry inched closer, his eyes trailing Bonnie’s body. “You still look beautiful. What do you think?”
     
    She barely had time to process what he was asking, before he jerked away from her. His demeanor shifted, he took a few steps back, and waved to a woman skirting her way around a group of people. Bonnie's attention roamed past Henry, to the advancing woman. Anya.
     
    “Well as I live and breathe, if it isn't Bonnie,” Anya said as she immediately clung to Henry's arm.
     
    “Anya,” Bonnie said, trying to calm the anger brewing inside her, as she let a scowl form.
     
    “How are you holding up?” Anya asked, her nasal voice sounding amused.
     
    Anya wore a stunning red close-fitting dress that she must have gone through some trouble to squeeze into, as it fitted perfectly around her slender figure. Once Bonnie’s close friend since college, they stayed up at night in their dorms watching movies, eating popcorn, and chatting. Bonnie supported her through a tough break up, when it turned out the guy she was seeing cheated on her. And now, more than one year after helping Anya overcome betrayal, Bonnie found herself a victim of the same betrayal.
     
    Henry was blinking double time, evidently, crapping bricks. Bonnie would have enjoyed watching him squirm, had the sight of Anya holding onto him not felt like a punch in the chest.
     
    Bonnie said, “Well, I’ve had just about enough of…”
     
    “It's my birthday today; don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” Anya said. She cocked her head and added, “Bruce, the promoter is giving me the VIP treatment. If you're lucky, I can introduce you. He knows a lot of celebrities; it might help your career.” She touched Bonnie's arm, smiling gleefully, obviously expecting an argument and waiting to combat it.
     
    Bonnie wanted to slap Anya hard across the face, but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Instead, she turned and rushed into the restroom. She could just hear Anya laughing hysterically behind her as she ran off.
     
    Bounding directly into the bathroom, the sight of an open stall felt like an immediate godsend. She locked the door and leaned against it. Feeling so alone and angry, she groaned, annoyed at how she’d given them the satisfaction of seeing her weak.
     
    When she found out Henry was cheating on her, she ended things with him pretty quickly. It was no big loss. True, Henry had a great jawline, impeccable hair, and a great fashion sense, but aside from those superficial qualities, he never had much else to his personality.
     
    Anya was tall and beautiful with a good figure. She could eat whatever she liked and never seemed to struggle to keep the pounds off. Her father was a wealthy venture capitalist who gave her everything she wanted. Guys fell head over heels for her. Bonnie often wondered what Anya got from ruining her relationship, when she could have had any guy she wanted.
     
    “You’re a total asshole, Anya!” Bonnie shouted to the empty restroom. Holding her fingers on her temples, she appeared to be fighting off a migraine, when in fact, she was fighting back tears.
     
    She staggered out of the stall, the need to pee having suddenly left her. Now, all she wanted was to be done with this night.
     
    Leaving the restroom, she was relieved to find Henry and Anya were not waiting outside. As she looked anxiously around for Jill, her bag vibrated with the chime of a text, barely audible over the thudding bass. She took out her phone, swiped her fingers across the screen and saw Jill’s message. It read that she was going for a drive with Dean. Bonnie assumed by Dean, she was referring to the guy in the business