Page 55 of Mr. Risky

“Sosie, you’re such a brat. Of course it’s all true. I’ve wanted her all along. And now I’m going to take her. Goodbye.”

“You’ll pay for this,” Hayden seethed as Granger took my hand.

“We were never friends,” I said. “You used me because you thought you looked good next to me. And you knew exactly how I felt about Granger the night we first met. You just thought how fun it would be to rub the fact that he married you in my face.”

Some of the guests were starting to turn around now, heads crane to see what the fuss was over.

One of the deck chairs around the pool snapped shut and skittered along the concrete.

“If you were smart, you would’ve taken Hayden,” Pippa screamed. “I am going to ruin you!”

“Sorry you weren’t able to pimp me out to your creepy brother, like you wanted.”

“How could you do this to me?” Pippa was wailing brokenly, and now people were getting up out of their chairs and the big-name journalists had begun to turn on their recorders.

Granger shrugged. “It was easy.”

“How you could get her pregnant but not me? The doctor said there was nothing wrong with me!”

“Who knows?”

But his shit-eating grin told a different story.

“You did something, didn’t you?” she raged.

“You are fucked, you absolute fucker,” Hayden said, and he took a swing at Granger.

Granger dodged the swing but he didn’t move, letting Hayden barrel him right into the wall.

Like Granger had predicted, the wall crumbled instantly, the glass panel imploding in a million different shards.

“Call the police!” Pippa said shrilly, but Chamberlain was there, his tall, upright body stiff and disapproving.

“No,” their Grandfather said, his face white with fury. “You have ten minutes to get your things and get out. Both of you. I don’t want to see your faces around here ever again.”

“All right,” Granger said cheerfully. And he was looking so filthy and disreputable that only a fool would’ve gone with him.

“And take her with you.”

“Let’s go,” Granger said, one hand on my arm, and I felt the cool slide of what he had been searching for in my palm.

I could have stopped. I could have said this was wrong. That I wasn’t going to be a party to this. An accomplice to a crime. A thief’s mistress.

But instead I slipped it between my tits.

“Wait,” Chamberlain said. “Search him.”

Chapter Sixteen

“You’re gonna lose your house if you don’t secure it against this storm,” Granger pointed out.

“I don’t care. I don’t trust you. Turn out your pockets.”

Granger instantly turned out his jeans pockets, and one of the security goons came over and patted him down.

“At least take me to dinner first,” Granger said as the guard cupped his balls.

“Nothing on him,” the guard said resentfully. “And no room in her dress for anything.”