Текст книги "Avoiding Responsibility"

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Whores

I'll keep you my dirty little secret,

Don't tell anyone or you`ll be just another regret,

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret,

Who has to know?

– All-American Rejects "Dirty Little Secret"

Chapter 8: December Eight Months Earlier

Lexi's phone buzzed noisily as soon as she exited the airplane. She rifled around in her traveling purse filled to the brim with items she couldn't fit in her luggage. After locating it, she pressed the green button and said, "Chyna, perfect timing."

"Perfect timing?" Chyna asked. "I've been calling you for an hour. Where the hell have you been?"

Lexi chuckled. Leave it to Chyna to forget that her best friend was leaving the state for over a week to spend Christmas with her family. "I'm in Atlanta. I just landed in the airport. Remember? We had this discussion."

"No we didn't," Chyna said cattily.

"Yes, we did. I told you I would be gone a week to visit family and Ramsey," she reminded her.

"We did not have this conversation. Where were we?" she demanded.

Lexi sighed as she moved through the crowd with her carry-on bag in tow. "We were getting manicures early in the week."

"Wait was that Wednesday?"

"Yes. See I knew you'd remember."

"Oh no, I just remember the manicure," Chyna said flatly. "And I had a date that night."

"You've been having a lot of those lately" Lexi said chuckling to herself. Not that it was any different for Chyna to have a lot of dates. It was just that normally she talked about them. She hadn't said a peep about the guys she had been seeing. Lexi found it refreshing not to have to listen to her talk about how good they were in bed…or how terrible. She had been so utterly satisfied with her relationship thus far, she was sure that she was playing the bad friend role by not wanting to hear about the single life.

"Not anymore than usual," she stated a bit more defensive than normal, but Lexi brushed it off assuming it was just another Chyna drama moment.

"So what can I do for you love?"

"Well I was going to have you come over to finalize the New Years plans, but obviously we can't do that," she said annoyed.

"Not my fault. I called to see if I needed to finalize anything and you said I didn't," Lexi told her hopping on a train to take her from her terminal to the baggage claim.

"What? No you didn't," Chyna cried emphatically.

"What's with you forgetting things lately?" Lexi asked.

"I'm not forgetting things," she snapped. "I just…never got a missed call. Anyway I suppose I'll do it all myself."

"Chyna you can email me the plans, and I can look over them. I'm going to be at my parent's house the majority of the time. It's not as if it's inconvenient," Lexi told her rolling her eyes. Chyna had gotten it into her mind that she wanted to throw the most lavish New Years party ever. Lexi wasn't sure why they couldn't just go to a party that was already being thrown, but Chyna had insisted. And when Chyna insisted, it was really better to just acquiesce than to argue. So Lexi had been going over all the plans with her. She had been involved in nearly every detail since her finals had ended. She wasn't sure what else Chyna could want from her.

"Oh I guess that'll work," she agreed finally just as Lexi stepped off the train.

"Great."

"So what are you doing with Ramsey when you're there? You haven't been together in a couple weeks because of finals. Should be a," Chyna coughed as if she couldn't find the proper word, "relaxing week."

Lexi laughed loving her best friend in that moment. "Yes, it should be relaxing. However, I have no idea what he has planned," she admitted.

"Well let me know as soon as you do. I want all the gushy details."

"Of course," Lexi said standing in front of the baggage claim.

"Oh and I'm going to send you some stuff. So if you could look at that and get back to me, that would be great," Chyna said. "Gotta go. Love ya chica"

The phone died in her hands. Lexi sighed and threw the phone back in her purse. Typical Chyna. She had been even more flighty than normal lately and Lexi hadn't been able to figure it out. She didn't mind that her friend had been kind of MIA, but she was curious as to the cause.

After acquiring her black suitcase, all thoughts of Chyna left her mind. She walked through the double doors of Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport and let her eyes strain for the familiar, sleek, black Mercedes. She knew there were probably a bunch of them gliding past the entrance, but she was always able to pick out Ramsey's.

Her stomach filled with butterflies as she searched for the car. She had really missed him in his absence. She was honestly surprised to find how much she did miss him. He had been busy with work while she was trapped in the law library nearly twenty-four hours a day. Neither of them had had the time to really see each other. She was distressed with how close they had gotten and wondered if the distance had changed him. She knew she shouldn't think like that. Honestly, they had waited so long to even be romantically involved that she knew that it wasn't logical.

Still a part of her wondered what he did while they were away. Yes, they were exclusive and she had told herself that she was only going to be with him. No more lies on her end…ever again. Yet, she had trust issues that she had to deal with when it came to Ramsey…or any male.

Just when she was about to move to a bench to further look for his car, a black Maserati pulled up in front of her. She gawked at the extravagant car. She never could figure out why someone would own one of these let alone drive it around Atlanta where the traffic sucked and no one knew how to park.

"Lexi let's go," she heard someone call.

Lifting her eyes to the driver's side of the Italian sports car, she found Brad staring back at her smiling and waving. Her mouth dropped as she realized that this was Ramsey's Maserati, and for some reason he had let Brad drive it around town.

"What are you doing here?" she couldn't help but ask as she hurried towards him with her luggage. He placed her items in the trunk before vaulting back into the driver's seat.

Lexi looked into the car hoping to see Ramsey's smiling face from the passenger's side, but he wasn't there. Her heart sank, but she tried to stay uplifted. There was obviously a good reason for him not in attendance.

Brad raced out of the airport as soon as she had closed the door. "Sorry Ramsey got stuck at the office."

Lexi narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She still didn't know exactly what Ramsey did. The urge to find out was eating at her. She wasn't sure why, but the topic had never come up again. "And where is that exactly?"

Brad glanced at her briefly his eyebrows knitted together. "B.E. obviously. Where did you think?" he asked.

Lexi breathed out a sigh of relief, but also frustration. B.E. or Bridges Enterprise was the corporation Ramsey's grandfather and father had built from ground up. They were extremely proud of their accomplishments, and not too thrilled with Ramsey's rebellion against all their hard work. Yet, he had rebelled and Lexi had no idea exactly what he did for the company or outside of the company.

"Can you take me there?" Lexi asked.

Brad remained silent for a minute before shaking his head. "Nah. I told Ramsey I'd take you directly to our place. He'd kill me if he found out I drove the Maserati anyway."

"Well then I'll tell him if you don't take me there," she told him easily manipulating the situation in her favor.

He sighed realizing he was beat and nodded. "I'll have to drop you off though. I don't want anyone seeing me in this thing."

"Now that's not something I ever thought I'd hear you say," she said with a sly wink in his direction. He just groaned as he pulled off the interstate and veered towards the tower in the distance.

When he pulled over, Lexi leaned across her seat and kissed Brad gently on the cheek. "Thanks so much."

"Just remember...I was not in the Maserati."

"What Maserati?" she asked coyly.

"Thanks. I'll take your stuff to the apartment. See your hot ass later."

Lexi rolled her eyes and slammed the door in his face. She watched him zoom down the street and through the winding traffic. Lexi made her way across the street and into the large glass building. She took a deep breath as she crossed the threshold, memories of the last time she had entered the premises clouding her vision.

It had been nearly five months since she had found out about Jack's engagement to Bekah in this very building. Five months since she had discovered Bekah's evil plot to destroy whatever she had with Jack. In the grand scheme of things, that wasn't that long to get over everything that had happened with Jack. It wasn't long enough to erase her aching, and it wasn't long enough to erase her anger.

Yet, she put one foot in front of the other and held her head high as she walked into the place that had tore out her heart, stomped on it until it was in pieces, and then placed it back in her chest as if nothing had happened. She could do this. She knew it. Her life had changed and now she had Ramsey, her gorgeous boyfriend, who she was here to see. She couldn't feel anymore or any less for him based on his connection to a building. The building wasn't changing and it wasn't the building that had hurt her.

And beyond that, he wasn't Bekah. He wasn't anything like her. He was kind, caring, and compassionate. Where she was just pure evil. She might appear beautiful with her shoulder-length blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and Barbie-esk features, but underneath she was as plastic as the doll. If she was a Mean Girls character, she would have been Regina George. No doubt. How they had been raised in the same household and turned out to be complete opposites Lexi would never be able to figure out.

Sighing despite herself, Lexi meandered through the busy foyer and walked up to the first available representative. Lexi cringed as she noticed the tiny Asian woman that was standing in front of her. She had managed to get the same woman who had been absolutely useless to her when she had been here looking for Jack.

"Hello ma'am. How may I help you?" the woman asked politely

Deciding she might as well attempt to get some information out of the woman, even if it was going to prove to be fruitless, Lexi cleared her throat and said, "I'm here to see Mr. Bridges."

The woman nearly dropped the pen she was holding, she was taken so off guard. "Excuse me?"

"I'm here to see Mr. Bridges. Can you direct me to his office?"

The woman glanced over at the man who was working at the other computer and then back to Lexi. "Mr. Bridges does not take clients, unfortunately. What concerns are you having? Perhaps I can place you with another associate."

Lexi tried to keep from rolling her eyes. "Ramsey's here. I just need to see him. So if you would be so kind to tell me where he is, that would be fantastic," she stated dryly.

"Ramsey? Oh Ramsey! Mr. Bridges," she muttered putting the pieces together. "He does not take clients either ma'am."

"I'm not a client. I'm his girlfriend."

This seemed to send her for an even bigger loop. She sputtered clicking on her screen a few times more out of habit than anything. "I…uh…I'm not authorized…"

She was cut off mid-sentence, "Perhaps I can direct you."

Lexi swiveled around and found herself face to face with a familiar face though she couldn't exactly place where she knew him from.

"Mr. Calloway…" the woman sighed breathily leaning forward against the desk.

"I can take it from here Tiff, thanks," he said charmingly adding a wink in her direction. Lexi could tell that the woman was melting behind her. And with good reason. The man before her was handsome with classic, boy-next-door, good looks. He was nearly six feet tall with short, cropped brown hair stylishly spiked in the front and chocolate brown eyes. His teeth were perfectly straight and white, and the smile he sent her way was nothing less than friendly. He had a square jaw line with light stubble across it. He wore a crisp navy suit with charcoal pinstripes over a light grey button-up and red tie. She couldn't help but think that he could have been a politician. "Lexi right?"

"Right…you said Calloway?" Lexi asked following him to the elevators surprised that he knew her name.

"You don't remember me?" he asked hurt coming into his eyes.

"Should I?"

"Brandon Calloway. We met in the elevator. I gave you my business card," he said trying to bring back the memories.

Lexi gasped and reached into her purse pulling out a wallet filled with various cards. She rifled through them until she came across what she was searching for. "Brandon Calloway," she murmured softly. "You were so helpful. Thank you. Sorry I didn't remember you."

"No problem. I mean we only met once for all of five seconds," he said smiling at her charmingly again.

"Well I appreciate you taking me to see Ramsey," she told him stepping into the elevator.

"Why do I always seem to be taking you to see other men?" he questioned her leaning against the metal railing in the elevator.

Lexi blushed pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. She hated that someone else had knowledge of the last time that she was in the building, but she couldn't take it back. She wasn't certain how fast gossip passed through the building, but if it was anything like any of the other offices she had worked in, then he probably knew exactly what her visit to see Jack had been about. Nonetheless she held her head high, just like she promised herself she would, and smiled back into his endearing face. "I'm a popular woman," she teased.

"As you should be," he agreed his eyes flashing from her face to her bust to her hips and back. The elevator abruptly stopped and several people entered. Just as the doors were about to ding closed someone shot their hand out and stopped it.

"Calloway, you have those reports ready?" a man in his late forties asked.

"Uh yeah, they're on my desk," Brandon answered.

"Well go get them and take them to Mr. Bridges. He needs them today…now," he added hastily.

"Fuck," he muttered angrily under his breath.

"Now, Calloway!"

"Yeah yeah," he said reaching forward and pressing the number 24 on the elevator. "Pit stop?"

Lexi followed Brandon off of the elevator and down the hallway. She had no other tour guide, so the only thing she could do was to follow him to his office. She entered the office and couldn't help but to compare it to the only other office she had ever seen in the building. It was much smaller, but still had a series of glass panes behind the desk overlooking the city. The view wasn't quite as spectacular and the room was sparsely decorated, but Lexi kind of liked it. A medium-sized desk sat in the center of the room in front of two cushioned chairs. Lexi moved forward cautiously and took a seat as she waited for Brandon to finish what he had to get.

"So what do you do here?" she asked surveying the artwork on the walls.

"I'm an accountant. It's all a little technical. I'll save you from the boredom, but I crunch numbers for the big guy," he muttered rummaging through a stack of papers.

"Oh nice."

"Don't kid yourself. It's a job," he said stuffing the papers into a clear binder and clipping everything together. Lexi didn't really know what to say to that so she remained silent as Brandon finished up with his paperwork. "Sorry," he finally muttered standing up straight and stuffing the binder under his arm. "Ready to go."

"Yeah sure," she said hopping up and smiling brightly.

"So…Ramsey Bridges?" Brandon asked knowingly.

"Uh, yeah," she murmured brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"How do you know all of these high ranking people within B.E.? Jack Howard. Ramsey Bridges."

"Oh well, Ramsey and I are dating," she told him as they took the elevator to the top floor.

"Why does that not surprise me?" he said sullenly. "How long has this been going on, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh!" she said slightly taken off guard. "I guess officially since Thanksgiving, but we've been seeing each other since August I suppose."

"August," he gasped surprise written all over his face. He quickly hid the look, but she had seen it and heard the disbelief in his voice.

"Uh yeah."

"August," he said more calmly. "I didn't think he had it in him."

"What?" Lexi asked scrunching her eyebrows together at his statement.

"Nothing sorry. I've just known Ramsey for a long time, and no offense, but it just doesn't sound like him."

"Well none taken I suppose," Lexi said taking in what he was saying. This guy actually knew Ramsey. Not only that, but he was surprised by her existence as his girlfriend. She bit her lip deciphering the statements. Ramsey had flat out told her that he hadn't had a girlfriend, but the concept was so foreign to her. She wasn't entirely sure how to process it even now. And yes, Ramsey had been a player, but was he still?

She couldn't think like that. Ramsey obviously wanted her to be here with him or else he wouldn't put in so much effort to have her around as much as she had been recently. They talked on the phone nearly every day. It was irrational to think that he would be with anyone else when he was the one who had said that he wanted to be exclusive. She had never even mentioned that to him before it happened.

Yet this guy knew a side of Ramsey that she didn't, and she would be stupid not to use the assets in front of her. She didn't want to but her curiosity got the best of her. "So how long have you known Ramsey?"

"Uh…we grew up together," he told her obviously a bit more tentative now that he knew that she was dating someone else.

"Really?" she asked surprised that she hadn't met him yet. She had hung out with his high school friends several times since the night of the bonfire, and she had never heard a Brandon Calloway mentioned.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I've just never heard him mention you is all."

"Well I could say the same thing about you honey."

Lexi cringed but pushed forward with the conversation. "Well I'm going to be in Atlanta for the next week maybe we could all get together. I'm sure Ramsey would like that."

Brandon chuckled to himself. "Yes, I'm sure he'd just love that," he said sardonically. "You just bring it up to him and see what he says about that."

"What you don't think he'll want to?" she asked carefully.

"Not particularly."

"Oh," Lexi said a bit confused by his demeanor.

"You should probably just stick to his bidding if I were you," Brandon told her standing up straight as the elevator dinged to the top floor. "It's really just easier that way."

Before Lexi could say anything further, the elevator doors popped open and she found herself standing in an enormous foyer connecting several enormous offices. Unlike the other floors, it appeared that the entire top floor was devoted solely to the highest management of Bridges Enterprise. So there were very few offices, but each other them was ten times the size of ever other office in the building. Each was bigger than Lexi's entire apartment in New York, and she found herself gaping at the luxurious surroundings.

"May I assist you?" a beautiful brunette asked walking forward on her kitten heels to greet Lexi.

"Kace," Brandon purred falling back into his cool demeanor instantly.

"Mr. Calloway," she stated her eyes narrowing, "what brings you to the big leagues?"

Lexi choked out a cough. "I'm here to see you darlin', of course," he suavely stated ignoring her jab and moving towards her.

"Then you can turn yourself right around and get back on that elevator," she told him twirling her fingers at him.

"Also I have this," he muttered revealing the binder he had been carrying. "Which Mr. Bridges needed on his desk oh…yesterday."

"You're insufferable," Kace murmured reaching out to snatch the papers out of his hand. He grabbed her wrist instead yanking her forward to only an inch from his face. She gasped as he tilted her off balance coming dangerously close to his lips. When she regained her composure, she pushed him forcefully in the chest and straightened out her pencil skirt.

"Oh and Miss Lexi is here to see Ramsey Bridges," he muttered pointing his thumb at Lexi.

"Ramsey isn't seeing anyone today…or ever," she mumbled under her breath.

"I'm not a client," she told the woman brushing a lock behind her ear.

"That's his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" she asked incredulously.

Brandon let loose a loud laugh at her expression. "Exactly what I said."

Lexi couldn't figure out why everyone found it so unbelievable that she was his girlfriend. She knew they hadn't officially announced it to the universe, but geez this was completely different. "Yes, I'm his girlfriend. Can you please show me where he is?"

"Sure thing. Brandon Calloway take those papers to him right now," she told him pointing her finger directly into his chest.

"Yes ma'am. I like a forceful woman," he said smacking her on the ass with his binder as he passed.

"I'm going to file a sexual harassment suit against you Brandon Calloway," Kace threatened.

"Then I'll have to file one against you with what you did to me in that janitor's closet the other day," he muttered.

"Brandon!" she gasped shaking her head as he darted around the corner disappearing before she could thoroughly reprimand him. "My apologies." Lexi just laughed at them as she followed her to Ramsey's office. It was the very last one on the right and the only one absent a secretary. "He's not here all that often," she volunteered as to why the place looked deserted. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Lexi told Kace, not certain why she would need luck as she knocked on the door. She jiggled the knob, but it remained locked so she just waited…and waited. When no one answered, she knocked again more forcefully.

"What do you want? Christ, I'm in the office for one day and you have to bother me?" Ramsey called from inside his office. He yanked the door open and stared straight ahead in surprise. His jaw went slack and he immediately looked apologetic about his attitude. "Lexi."

"Surprise," she managed smiling brightly into his gorgeous face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked pulling the door further closed.

"I came to see my boyfriend."

"Brad dropped you off here?"

"How else would I get here?"

"Right I dunno. Can you just uh…give me a minute?" he asked nervously scratching the back of his head.

Lexi narrowed her eyes at him. "Why? What are you doing in there? Is someone in there with you?" She took a hard look at his clothing, but didn't really see anything out of place. He was wearing charcoal dress slacks with a navy blue button-up tucked into the expensive material. The top button was undone and he was without a tie, but that was hardly surprising.

"What? No, well yes, but…"

Lexi pushed the door hard letting it swing open and peered around Ramsey's large form. There sitting in one of the plush leather chairs was a tall blonde leaning languidly over a large computer monitor. Despite her casual posture, her clothes were professional in black pants, a crisp white blouse, and black dress heels. Her eyes were intense and focused and she didn't even look up as the door swung open.

"Who is this?" she asked glancing between Ramsey and the woman.

Ramsey cleared his throat. "Lola, I'd like you to meet someone. This is Lexi"

The woman glanced up and smiled sweetly. "Hello darling," she drawled. She stood tall nearly six feet and made her way over to them. "What a pleasure to finally meet you."

Lexi glanced between Ramsey and this Lola woman her mouth opened slightly in confusion. She had never heard of her before. How was it that Lola had heard about her? Lexi's mind was swimming with possibilities. Everything she had just heard from Brandon and Kace just then filtered through her mind along with bits and pieces from her conversation with Bekah. Was it impossible for her to be his girlfriend, because in fact he was with someone else? She didn't want to even fathom that.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she tried to swallow but was unsuccessful. Her mind went to the worst possible place causing her to cough and sputter in horror. How could he do this to her? She had thought he was a nice guy and all along he had been playing her the fool. She felt like an idiot.

"Lexi, please calm down," Ramsey said sliding a hand through his hair.

"How can I calm down? Look at her," she muttered unable to control herself.

Ramsey sighed heavily. "Lola I need to handle this. Can I meet you later to finish discussing the details?"

"Of course darling. Anything for you love," Lola purred before stepping over the threshold and exiting the office.

"This isn't what it looks like," Ramsey said immediately.

"No?" she asked taking a deep breath to steady herself. She owed him at least the chance to explain himself. Her past had jaded her against this very scenario. "How come I've never heard about her before? Yet, she seems to have heard about me."

"Uh…it's hard to explain," he told her scratching his head thoughtfully.

"Well try," she commanded plopping down into one of the chairs.

"To put it plainly, Lola is my business partner."

"Oh yes, and what type of business do you run exactly Ramsey? You still haven't told me. We've known each other for six months and yet I still have yet to find out what it is exactly that you do. Where do you spend all your time? How do you have all this free time to just do nothing? Are you just living off of your trust fund?" she muttered the last question in frustration and immediately regretted it. She hadn't meant to ask that, but deep down she had always wondered if it was true.

"Wow," he breathed. "I'm just going to assume you're a bit distraught." Lexi lowered her eyes to the ground feeling kind of terrible that she had blurted out all those questions at once. "I do not live off of my trust fund. In fact, I've barely touched that money. Sure for special occasions I tap into it, but I try to live on my own."

"Is your Maserati a special occasion?" she asked bitterly.

He smiled despite himself. "The Maserati was a birthday present which is precisely why you have never seen me drive it."

"Oh," she said her mouth popping open again.

"You know what?" he asked. "I think it might be better if I just show you what I do. You might not understand if I just explained it."

Lexi gulped unprepared for this. "You sure she's just your business partner?"

Ramsey's smile lit up her insides. He was so magnetic. Something about him just turned her body to mush when she looked at him. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but he had a certain charm, a certain charisma that she just couldn't get over. And when he looked at her just then, she knew that she had been irrational. She had acted impulsively out of fear. Too long had she become accustomed to a life of secrecy that she assumed anything suspect was just that…because it always had turned out that way in the past. When she looked at him, she knew that he was hers and no one else's in that moment.

"Alright, where are we going?" she asked a cautious smile forming on her face.

"That's more like it," he said drawing her to her feet and kissing her tender lips. She leaned into the kiss letting her hands twine through his short blond hair. His arms wrapped around her slim waist pulling her body flush against his own

Someone clearing their throat in the doorway made them jump apart in surprise. "Don't let me interrupt anything," Bekah cooed leaning against the door frame. Her shoulder length hair was perfectly styled with choppy bangs covering her forehead. She wore a black skirt suit over a blood red tank top with matching black heeled boots.

"Hey Bek, what can I do for you?" Ramsey asked pulling Lexi closer to him more for her support than for his own.

Bekah strolled in the office putting one foot in front of the other as she walked. The smile she wore was devilish, and Lexi could see the wheels turning in her mind. She looked as if she was ready to pounce. "Well I came over to ask you about some paperwork on my desk."

"Why would I help with that?" he asked coolly.

"I was hoping that you would reconsider your position in the company. I could always use your expertise," she said taunting him.

"Right well I'm not reconsidering," he told her flatly.

"Yes well, I figured as much. When I got over here, I couldn't help overhearing," she said still walking slowly towards them.

"Is there a point Bekah?"

"Of course. I was just surprised to hear, since Lexi is now your girlfriend. Well actually, I was surprised to hear that she's your girlfriend," she said crossing her arms and stopping a few feet from Ramsey. "Why haven't I heard about this? Why haven't any of us heard about this?"

"Really, it's none of your business," Lexi spoke up for the first time not needing the support Ramsey was offering, though she did appreciate the gesture.

"Everything that happens here is my business."

"Well it's a good thing I'm not here, isn't it?" Ramsey told her.

Bekah smiled cheerfully. "Right that brings me back to my other point. Thank you for reminding me. I was surprised to find out that you still hadn't told Lexi about your whores."

"Whores?" Lexi asked glancing up at Ramsey. She didn't want to be taken in my Bekah's tactics, but the look on Ramsey's face was murderous. What she had said had hit home.

"Thank you Bekah," he said her name as if he wanted to spit. "I think you've helped enough. You can see yourself out, yes?"

"Wait you mean she doesn't know about them?" she asked completely ignoring his request. "I mean since you spend all of your time with them, I thought that she should know. I saw Lola leaving so I figured you had to have told her."

Lexi gulped not wanting to continue this conversation with Bekah in the room, but she couldn't help herself. "What is she talking about?"

"Nothing," he grumbled glaring at Bekah.

Bekah chuckled to herself seemingly enjoying Ramsey's discomfort. "Oh Ramsey, why don't you just give it up?"

Lexi realized for the first time since Bekah had walked into the room that this wasn't actually an attack on her. Bekah's motivations were to hit Ramsey. She didn't know what she was saying about whores, but she wasn't going to let Bekah do this. She knew how she worked now, and she was smarter than that. She would find out eventually what Bekah was talking about, but she didn't need to know what it was about just then. She needed to be there for Ramsey, because it looked like she had been thrust into the middle of some age old sibling dispute.