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“Yeah, right,” she says sourly. “He’s been texting and calling you. He needs help. Why have you been ignoring him?”

“He has a trust,” I counter.

“It’s not as big as yours. He has more stuff to pay for, too. He has a house, a boat, the cars. Then there’s the wedding. He’s overextended, and your parents won’t help.”

“Sell stuff.”

“Or,” she says, her voice dripping with venom, “you could give your brother the money. He told me how much you get paid a month. Why do you need that much? You don’t even have a mortgage.”

“My parents give me the most. I’m their favorite. So what? Jagger and River are still rich.”

She stamps her high heel. “That’s not why they give you more.”

“Careful,” I warn, dark and short.

I won’t let this cheating bitch think both of us using drugs gives her a pass to talk about things she shouldn’t.

Nina crosses her arms and pouts, apparently taking my threat seriously. After a tense beat, she speaks again.

“Can you help us with the wedding or not?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to pay for your blessed union? You’re a divorce waiting to happen.”

She glares. “So are you.”

I squint, confused.

“Come on, Killian. Do you really think you’ll get married? Or stay married? It makes sense for you to pay for our wedding. You’ll never use your trust money for your own.”

I can’t believe this woman. She’s telling me I’m the fuck-up when she had two dicks shoved up her while her future husband is who-knows-where.

Okay... I am a fuck-up, too.

But I got a better chance of evading a divorce than her. I have to. Am I at rock bottom again? I can’t tell.

Fuck this. I got my supply. I spin and march toward the exit.

“Hey! Will you pay for it?” Nina calls out.

“No.”

She scoffs loudly, her voice echoing in the vast space. “I’ll tell River about us hooking up at that party if you don’t!”

That dirty bitch.

“Fuck off!” I yell and stride faster.

In the car, I text Asher, my hands shaking with fury.

Me: Dude, nina is fucking around on River

Asher: well she did sleep with u too

Me: How did u know that?

I don’t remember telling Asher about my drunken mistake. I open the bag of coke and scoop a bump with my house key.

Asher: I got my sources.