Once that’s over, we arm ourselves with two bags in each hand and step out into the clear night.
“Now we need to get you bags and shoes.” Julia races along, looking into the next store.
“Julia…” I warn. “Haven’t we spent too much already?”
She spins to me. “What?” There’s a frown scrunching up her nose. “What are you talking about too much?”
“Well, just because he didn’t put a spending limit doesn’t mean I should empty the account.”
She laughs like I’ve told a joke. “Maddie, please. You’re so precious.” She draws close. “Look, even if you tried, you wouldn’t get to the last dollar of Chance Easton’s account.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“That he’s rich, rich.” She throws a cursory glance around us. “Billionaire rich, and that’s just him. His brothers, his family, they own all of this.” She waved her hands around us.
My stomach knots. “The street?”
“The whole Island and half of the businesses here. The rest pay a hefty fee to them to operate.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” She nods. “So saying you can’t buy some shoes and bags, that’s like an insult to him. If he gave you his card, he means you should do with it as you please.”
I’m unable to breathe. When I learned Chance is the CEO of his company, I assumed it was just that small world he controlled. Not the entire fucking world I now live in.
“You okay?” She tilts her head to the side.
“Yes.” I nod quickly.
Oh, god. I fucked him. I went down on him and rode his cock and now… I’m just a city girl. Nothing to my name. And he’s… he’s… practically a god here.
“Come on.” Julia pulls me along and into another store.
I don’t feel less guilty spending more of his money just because he’s rich. But Julia is a force and I go along with it.
Low-key, getting nice things feels nice.
By the time we’re done, I’m smiling for no reason. Maybe because of the too many wines the stores provided us automatically.
We stand on the sidewalk, done for the night.
“Thank you so much, Jules.”
“Hey, you called me Jules.” She pokes my cheek. “My mom calls me that.”
We giggle and she hugs me.
“Thanks for inviting me along, Maddie. It’s nice to have a glimpse of what it means to be Mr. Easton’s special girl.”
The alcohol haze drops a notch. “What?”
“Everyone at the office thinks so.” Her smile is fond. “He gives you special treatment.”
“No, no,” I say. “He’s been nothing but professional.”
“Yeah, right.” She winks. “Like it’s everyday he hands a staff member his card to shop.”
I swallow. “But—”
