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Why did she halt? What was she intending to say?
“Maddy…” I keep my eyes focused on the road. “I don’t know Juliet…”Lies! Lies! Lies!“But from what I can tell, she would be mean to her own mother.”
“Her mother is dead.”
“Precisely. That option is far better than having to deal with a devil child.”
“Dixon!” she admonished. “That’s awful.” But her muted chuckles reveal she agrees.
“Are you going to be okay seeing her this evening?”
Her tiny shoulders lift. “I don’t know. She doesn’t bother me as much anymore. It’s my bro—her fiancé,” she corrects quickly, “who does.”
I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white.
I’m pleased her lowlife, vermin brother isn’t going to be in attendance, as this dinner would have turned into a barbecue—a barbecue of me grilling his ass before I sliced him up into teeny tiny pieces.
I have never loathed two people more than I do Juliet Harte and her cocksucker partner, Dylan Roberts. No other couple has deserved each other more. They say misery loves company; well, these two individuals are the most miserable bastards I know.
“You never have to see him again. And if you do, I’ll be your personal bodyguard.”
She smiles, and the sight has me falling over myself like a slobbering, lovestruck fool.
“I like your body, so it’s a deal,” she cheekily says.
I get giddier than a schoolgirl at a One Direction concert. “Well, in that case, it’s yours any time you want it.”
“Tonight?”
I almost sideswipe a semi traveling on the other side of the road. Correcting quickly, I look over at the giggling vixen next to me. “A little warning next time.”
“How would you like to be warned?” She bats those impossibly long lashes my way. “I’m in desperate need of urgent medical attention, Dr. Mathews, which only you can provide.” She has the gall to wink.
I want to kiss that smart mouth before I watch it open in passion as I eat her out.
“Careful. Otherwise, I’ll turn this car around, and the only thing I’ll be eating…is you.” I give her a wink of my own. Her giggles die in her throat instantly.
As her pink tongue nervously darts out to wet her bottom lip, I smother my moan. The sight reminds me that because of my lie, I am now a fucking monk. The few times I have seen Madison over the course of this nightmare, I’ve been so incredibly guilt-ridden, I haven’t been able to touch her without wanting to cut off my own hands. I don’t deserve her, but I want her—so, so bad.
And by the way she’s pressing her thighs together and clawing at the seat, I dare say she wants me—so, so bad.
Suddenly, my BMW has become as stifling as the sun, and I focus on nothing but the road, afraid of what I’ll do if I look at her and she looks at me in return.
Thankfully, moments later, I turn into the gated community and see the impressive, thirty-two-acre lakefront estate. The widespread, three-story white home is impressive, to say the least. The gravel crunches under my tires as we ascend the long driveway. The front lawn is enormous and beautifully green, and as we get closer to the gigantic home, I begin to understand why Juliet is the way she is.
Her entire life, it would appear she’s had everything she could ever wish for, and in turn, this wealth has turned her into aspoiled little brat. What happens when someone has everything they could ever want? They want more becausemoreis never enough.
Unlike Madison.
Madison has experienced many hardships throughout her life, and before Sebastian came into her world, she and her mom were doing it tough. She knows what it’s like to be hungry. She appreciates her fortune because she’s not an ungrateful she-devil. And she has a soul.
I park the car, taking a moment to appreciate the eye-catching sight before me. “So you said it has many bedrooms again?”
Madison unbuckles her belt and looks out the windshield also. “Seven. Not to mention five bathrooms, a saltwater swimming pool, a theater room, a two-thousand-square-foot guesthouse, and just for fun, a full-size tennis court.”
“NowonderSebastian is in such good shape,” I say as if solving a riddle. Madison playfully slaps my arm.
When we exit the car, I feel like the luckiest man alive when she slips her tiny hand in mine. The marbled stairway is immaculately polished, and the large alcove shelters two glass doors. Madison doesn’t have time to sound the doorbell because her mother opens the door the moment we climb the last step.
