Filthy Beautiful Forever(Filthy Beautiful Lies, #4)

Mia

Sunday’s yacht outing was confusing to say the least.

He named his boat Gremlin. A name he used to call me with so much affection. Then, he kissed me in the water. And he was so eager, so hungry for it. He’d held me so close. And he was so hard. Just remembering the heat and his growl as I pressed my core against him makes me clench my sex. I can’t help but think how good it would feel to have the length of him fill me.

But then he pushed me away. He wants to stay with Tatianna. If I know anything about Collins, it’s that he gets whatever he wants. There is no use trying to sway him. He chose her, and it’s time for me to find peace with that and move on.

Crap.

The following morning, Tatianna catches her flight and Collins heads into work, leaving me alone in the huge house.

I spend the next couple of days applying for more jobs. Tightening up my resume, making spreadsheets of job openings, and systematically searching out the best opportunities. I know the economy is still weak, but I have unlimited free time to look for a job, and I can’t stand the thought of living off Collins forever. It’s either fly home in defeat, or actually try to make a go of this fresh start I so desperately need.

I’ve applied for ten jobs, and have leads on another ten. I’ve also driven myself nuts hitting the refresh button on my email in the hopes that I will have a job offer, or at least an interview. But that afternoon brings some relief. Collins must feel bad for leaving me alone at his house because he sends his brothers’ significant others, Sophie and Kylie, over to take me out and show me around. Normally I would be weary of being setup on a blind playdate, but I am desperate to get out of the house.

I am more than a little anxious about meeting Sophie and Kylie.

No matter how many times I tell myself I’m moving on and have no chance with Collins, it still feels like I’m about to meet “the family,” and I find myself wanting them to like me in the worst way.

I’ve heard enough about how well off Colton and Pace are, and I’m terrified they’ve hooked up with the stereotypical high-society women-the kind that stare down their nose at you. On the other side, I’m also a little worried that they might be more boring than Tatianna.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

My fears about them are dashed immediately. Although Sophie is young, she’s an absolute charm and a half. Kylie is closer to my age, and I envy her for what a strong woman she is and instantly hope we will be good friends.

We go to a bar where, even though I know I can’t afford it, I down my first cocktail in an effort to calm my nerves. I’m about to order a second when I see the prices on their drink menu. I try to hide my shock as I discreetly pull open my wallet and count how much I have left.

“Don’t worry, this afternoon is on Collins,” Kylie says. “We were instructed to not let you pay for anything.” She smiles at me.

“I insist,” I say, because even though it’s more than I can afford, I don’t want to be a burden to Collins.

Sophie laughs and waves me off. “We aren’t really used to all the money they throw around, either. Neither of us came from money. Colton always tells me I don’t need to worry about money; I don’t need to ask before I buy things. But it still feels weird, you know?”

I nod. I don’t know exactly, since I have hardly any money myself, but I get what she means. “The wealth around these guys is insane,” I say. “I always knew Collins was smart, and driven, but it’s still really crazy to see how well they’ve done for themselves.”

“What brings you to LA?” Kylie asks.

“I lost my job,” I say. Telling them about the marriage promise seems too private. I like them, but I’ve only just met them. I take a sip of my cocktail, hoping it will give me the strength to tell this story again. There’s no good spin for getting fired. Even if it wasn’t my fault, it’s still humiliating. “I found myself with no money and nowhere to go. So I guess you could say I came here for a fresh start.”

Kylie’s brow furrows. Oh dear, I can tell I’ve said something she doesn’t like. Fear rushes through me.

She shakes her head. “So, what? You saw your old buddy, Collins, on the list of the wealthiest Americans, and decide to come here and live off him?”

Nervous laughter makes vodka lemonade nearly shoot out my nose. Shit, that burns. My eyes tear from the sting. “Oh, my god, no. It’s all a bit more embarrassing, and…” I shrink and blush, “… maybe a bit crazier than that.” I take another fortifying sip of my drink.

Sophie and Kylie share a questioning look, then lean in and wait for me to explain.