I could leave.
Pull a Ginger and Rachel and get the hell out of here.
But I need the money.
Badly.
So I’ll stay.
I’ll fucking stay.
And I’ll smile like I’m not suffocating. Flirt like I mean it. Pretend the champagne tastes sweet and that the humidity doesn’t remind me of another night, another lie, another man who thought he could destroy me.
Because one of these billionaires has what I need.
And it’s not his heart.
I’ll wear the dress. Play the game.
Laugh when I want to scream.
I can survive paradise.
Just as I enter the mansion, June grabs me.
“Heather! There you are. I need you.”
“Not in the mood,” I say. She may be great at licking pussy, but she’s hiding something too. If I’m the kettle, she’s the pot.
“Then get in the mood.” She bounces her eyebrows. “I’ve got a great idea!”
EPISODE 232
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Brett
She’s so beautiful. Love for her overwhelms my heart, even with the taste of Jake still on my lips.
“Sienna…please.”
She turns, that familiar sweep of dark hair catching the wind, and starts walking away—toward the path, toward the others, toward anything that isn’t me.
I can’t let her go like this.
Not without saying it.
Not without telling the truth, even if it breaks her more.
I catch up, sand dragging my steps.
“Sienna,” I say again, softer now. “Please.”
She stops.
Barely.
Just enough to show me her profile, her jaw clenched, her shoulders pulled tight like a bowstring. She doesn’t turn around.
