AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Sooner or later, a limo would appear out of thin air and scoop us all to a boutique airport, where we’d fly back home on a luxurious plane that looked like a Manhattan bachelor pad.
That was the reality of Dallas Costa, the most charmed girl in all of America.
“He wants me,” I admitted, feeling my throat squeezing around an invisible ball of anxiety. “But he wants to please his mother even more. This has no legs.”
But it had a heart and a soul, and that scared me.
I didn’t tell my best friend why Zachary Sun was so enchanted with me.
That something had made him a human-fearing heathen.
That I was his only shot at salvation, even though I had no idea what had made him this way.
“And if he wanted you more than pleasing his mother?” Ari looped her arm around my elbow. “What would you have done?”
We stopped at a crosswalk, Dallas and Frankie now joining us. I swallowed hard. I’d been avoiding asking myself this question for a while now.
Finally, I said, “If I allow myself to hope, I’ll allow myself to break. And I have never had the privilege to do that.”
A limo rolled in front of us, double-parking and stopping at our feet. The driver slid out and opened the door for us.
I slipped in, knowing I hadn’t told Ari the entire truth.
Because a part of me had already cracked.
And every day that passed, Zach pried the fissure open even more.
The Sun manor resembled a gingerbread house in my tipsy state.
Snow swirled together on the windowsills like thick frosting. I swayed back and forth in Dallas’ heels, flinching when the limo door slammed shut behind me.
The silly plastic tiara toppled off my head. I crouched to pick it up, stumbling back when Natalie stormed out before I could touch it, clutching manila files to her chest.
“Oh.” Her lips curved down. “You’re back.”
As always, she seemed impeccably put-together and freakishly unhappy.
I returned the tiara to my head, tossing the duffel bag Dallas gifted me over my shoulder. “You sound disappointed.”
Natalie had given me shit since my first shift. Usually, I let it roll off my shoulders, even when sheaccidentallyand habitually spilled her drinks for me to clean.
“Iamdisappointed.” She pivoted, following me back into the house. “Before you came along, we were getting to know each other.”
I dropped the duffel at the stairs, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water, only half-listening to her.
She shadowed me, uncomfortably close to my heels. “We were forming something until you confused him with your… your…”
She sucked in a breath, giving me a once-over, trying to figure out what Zach saw in me.
Whoa. Déjà vu.
“Did Constance raise you, too?” I kicked my heels off in the hall, brain a bit fuzzy, but vaguely remembering Zach loathed shoes in the house.
Natalie ignored me, stomping her feet at the kitchen’s entrance, gesturing up and down my body. “I don’t even know what he sees.”
I snatched a tall glass from the dishwasher and filled it with tapwater, bringing the rim to my lips. “Very mature.”
“You need to get lost. He’s engaged. She will never let him keep you around.”
