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I click on the last photo she uploaded. A selfie of her holding up the phone in the driver’s seat of her Aston Martin, wearing a tight little black dress with her tits spilling out and hair flattened straight. I roll my eyes when I see the girl beside her is Betty. They’re both dressed to go out, and I look at the date it was posted.
Forty-six minutes ago.
I narrow my eyes and fight with myself not to open the comments. Scrolling to the next photo, it’s a photo of her and Wolf. My heart slows in my chest and I fight back the urge to not get in my car and get them both right now. Wolf is laughing in her arms but looking directly at the camera and whoever is holding it. Ruby is blowing raspberries into his neck. They look like they’re in the snow, both dressed in ski gear. That was posted a couple months ago. I scroll to the next one and my blood turns cold.
She’s sitting at a restaurant table, her makeup immaculate and she’s wearing a tight little white dress. Fuck. Mikhail is seated beside her, dressed in a suit, his beard shaved perfectly.His hand is on her thigh, his eyes on the camera. I study the photo obsessively. Her eyes look dull, as if the glitz and glam that she’s dressed as does nothing to hide the ugliness she feels inside.
Yeah. Shit is about to change.
I scroll back to the top and hit follow.
Game on.
Icame to the conclusion years ago that I wasn’t the kind of girl who liked going out and running amok, so becoming a mother worked for me. Until it didn’t when Papa died.
Since he came back two days ago, things around the house have been tense. I can feel Mama’s betrayal. Why he would leave her and me to pick up all his shit while he ran off. After putting Wolf to bed, Mama insisted Betty and I head out, as she and Papa had shit to sort through. She told us both not to go home tonight, so now here I am, at the penthouse of my hotel in the city and looking directly across the road.
“You okay?” Betty comes up from behind me, handing me a drink. I take it from her, stepping backward and back into the lounge to get out of the wind.
“Yeah. Apparently, they put a bar into the hotel.” I take a large swig. “I say let’s check it out tonight.”
Betty flops down onto the leather chair in the corner. “Of course.’’
There’s a beep on the speaker and I jog toward the little voice box, pressing the button.
“Ma’am, we have a Jade, Poppy, and Sloane here for you?”
“Let them up. Thanks, Michelle.”
“Oh God,” Betty grumbles, kicking off her heels and curling her legs under her ass on the couch. “This really a good idea?” I fish the bottle of 42 out the back of the cupboard, grabbing a bunch of glasses.
“Yes. You’re the one who said I don’t get to go out or have a life because of the family business!” I peek my head around the corner, only seeing her dark hair spilling over the couch. The living room is all glass walls and a large patio that curves around the design. There’s a large TV hanging on the wall to the left, with a fireplace burning beneath it. Three bedrooms downstairs and the master upstairs, loft style. I’ve always loved this apartment. I loved living here before Papa passed away. I feel so stupid saying that now. Men are liars. All of them.
“True!” Betty calls out. “Well, we may as well since you’re also childless until tomorrow too.”
The elevator doors part open and Jade steps out, wearing a little red dress and black heels. Behind her is Poppy, who has her hair pulled up into a tight pony, and behind her—Sloane. Her blonde hair is left wild over her shoulders, her blue eyes bright. I went big with my makeup tonight. Smoked-out eyes with sharp wings, beige lips, and deep bronzer and foundation. I am out for a good time, not a long time, so may as well look good doing it.
Jade wraps her arms around me. “You look hot!”
Poppy squeezes my waist. “Are you okay? I heard Wicked lost his utter shit at you the other day.”
I shrug, sliding the glasses over the black marble counter. “Just like old times.”
Poppy giggles, swooping up the glass and sitting on one of the barstools beside Sloane, who is still staring at me.
“Ahhh! I’ve heard so much about you two—” Betty saunters in behind me, running up to Poppy to give her a hug. “Hey, kid. Long time…”
Jade and Sloane say hello to Betty, who ignores Sloane. I know she’s being a good friend, and part of her doing that is waiting for Sloane and me to talk. She’s following my lead.
“Look,” Sloane breathes out. “Jade is my best friend and I don’t want this to be weird, so can we put everything out on the table.”
I take a small sip of 42. “Sure.” I’ve dealt with men three times her size and had guns pointed at my head, knives grazed over my skin. She doesn’t scare me one bit, but bless her for thinking so.
Sloane tucks her hair behind her ear. “It’s true, I am seeing Wicked.”
I blink slowly, the corner of my mouth curving in a small smirk.
“What’s funny?” She catches my smirk, her eyes narrowing.
