Love is fake.
“Love isn’t real my friend.Look around.This is all people want.”I spot Damon fingering a brunette as she sucks on his mouth.“Sex.It’s all about procreation to keep the species in existence.”
“That what you really think?”Terrance frowns.
“Yup.But you might as well be rich while all the fucking is happening, so next time I offer to buy you a business, you say yes.Tonight’s offer has now expired.”I chuckle into my next shot as I toss it back.
Terrance sighs.
“Okay, time’s up.”Freddie pushes off the wall.“Let’s get him in the car.”
“I’m not five.”I laugh and knock the bottle of tequila over.The liquid spills on the table.“Shit, this is a two-thousand-dollar bottle.”
“Well, Mr.Sterling.”Terrace takes my arm.“Best you get some rest so you can get back to making all that money and doing more fucking.”
He has a point.
Which is the only reason I let them lead me to the car and take me home.
Straight home.
When I wake the next morning, I make sure I didn’tactuallybuy the Obsidian Club.
Whew, I didn’t.
But I did message Courtney seven times...and not about her divorce.
Shit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
COURTNEY
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I’m in my jeans anda soft pink cashmere sweater, sitting on a stool in the kitchen while sipping my second coffee of the day.
