Sadie and Harrison fell back, talking softly to each other as I sped towards the house. I was ready to see Natalie.
When I walked in, the first thing I did was look for her. I didn’t see her in the ballroom, so I went from room to room, searching.
Where the hell was she?
I’d seen Heath a few times, and he’d appeared to be searching for her, too.
I kept looking but didn’t see her. I pulled out my phone, ready to text her. Then I remembered she wasn’t likely to have pockets in her dress, and I knew she hated carrying a purse around at a party.
I sighed and put it back. I was stumped. I didn’t even see anyone I knew so that I could ask them.
I spied Heath again, but I’d have to be truly desperate to ask him.
Then I cocked my head, watching him interact with what seemed like some long-time friends of his. They looked around the same age, and I wondered if they’d grown up together. Or maybe they’d gone to college together.
But there was something about the way they were standing off from everyone and talking animatedly that had me curious. What were they talking about?
I thought I’d come around the back and stand nearby so I could hear what they were saying. I didn’t have anything better to do since I couldn’t find Natalie.
I strolled over and leaned against a wall that provided me at least a small place to hide.
“But does she know?” one guy asked.
“No. And I don’t intend to tell her.” Heath’s voice.
“Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out?” another voice.
“Not really. Besides, what is there to find out, really?” Heath asked.
“That you have to be married by your thirtieth birthday or you won’t inherit the trust fund from your grandparents?”
“I don’t think she’d care about the money,” Heath said, lifting his glass and sipping.
“No, I don’t, either. I think she’ll care that you’re marrying herbecauseyou want the money. You’re not marrying her because you love her.”
Heath shrugged. “I’ll love her in time. She’s gorgeous, good in bed, smart, sweet. She’ll make a good wife and mother. I’m already halfway in love with her as it is. This whole trust fund clause just speeds things up.” He took another drink. “Besides, I could’ve picked someone else. But I chose her.”
My fingers clenched into fists. He didn’t love her. He was marrying her because he had to marry someone, and she was the best he’d seen.
“She’s also easily trainable. Some of the women I went to med school with were prettier, smarter, had bigger tits, whatever. But there was no way they were going to give up being a doctor to stay home and have my kids and throw my parties, you know? She’ll do it. She’s sweet like that.”
“You won’t get bored with her?”
“Have you seen her? She’s gorgeous. Yeah, I’d like her tits and ass to be larger. But there’s always plastic surgery. Besides, I’ve never seen eyes like hers before. So fucking pretty.” He leaned towards them. “And she sucks me like a Dyson.”
I wanted to punch him so bad my hand was shaking.
One guy shook his head. “You get all the luck, Reyes. You always have. Does she have a sister?”
“Nope,” Heath seemed pleased. “That’s another great part. She doesn’t have much family at all. She has an aunt in Paris—who is stunning, by the way. If you’re looking for a cougar, she’s your girl. She’s here for the holidays.”
“Point her out.”
I had to wait while he showed Sabine to them, and they discussed all of her plentiful physical attributes. What fucking pigs.
“But back to Natalie’s other ‘family.’” He used air quotes. “She has a bunch of friends that helped raise her after her mom died. But they’re obnoxious. As soon as we’re married, I’ll make sure she doesn’t spend much time with them anymore. As for blood relatives, besides her aunt, everyone else is dead.”
“That’s so sad,” one of the guys said.
