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She shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. It very much was.
“Money corrupts people. Rich and shimmery Brent had no moral compass. He was just raised that way—always getting everything he wanted. And when Daddy took away his credit card, he found a way to fund his lifestyle anyway.”
“What happened with the loans?” I asked. “He couldn’t legally borrow money without your signature.”
“He forged it. I sought legal help, but I can’t afford the fees. I’ll pay back the loans once I get a real job and decent money.”
“There has to be something we can do.”
“I’m moving forward. It’s my past. Don’t worry about it,” she said.
I very much was worried about it. No one deserved to be taken advantage of, least of all Morgan.
“So, after Brent, I promised myself I would never date again,” she said.
“Never?” I asked.
“Never.”
“Good thing we aren’t dating,” I told her.
“Mmhmm. Totally.” She chuckled softly against me and squeezed my shoulders harder. “And more than anything I stay away from wealthy men. If something seems too good to be true, it is.”
I wanted to tear this Brent guy to shreds. “I can’t believe someone would do that to you. It’s reprehensible.”
“I know,” she said. “And I don’t like to talk about it because I feel like a fool for not realizing sooner.”
“You’re not a fool.” I kept touching her back, kept holding her. “You’re a sweet person who sees the best in people. That’s not a flaw. It’s a perk.”
“If you say so,” she said.
“I truly am sorry that you were hurt.”
“Thanks. I’m all right. I’m starting fresh in the big city and leaving my wounds behind me. It was time, and Brent was the push I needed to take the leap and follow my dreams. I will hear back from the Resplendent Theatre soon, or I’ll end up using my degree in accounting. All’s well that ends well, and all that.”
Except all wasn’t well. Morgan hadn’t had the opportunity to heal from her trauma. She hadn’t been shown the kind of care she deserved.
I would do that for her if she let me. I wanted to show her that a real man would put her pleasure above his own. He would treat her like the beautiful unicorn of a person she was, so special, deserving of being cherished.
“Let’s get another drink,” Morgan said.
Anything she wanted—I’d do my best to provide it. This was my new mission.
TWENTY-NINE
MORGAN
A few pitchers of beer, some bar snacks for dinner, and a whole lot of dancing later, and I couldn’t stop staring at Tristan on our group rideshare drive back to the hotel.
The alcohol had my head pleasantly swirling, and I was high on the crazy day—the orgasm, the win, the dancing. Inhibitions lowered, I let myself do what I wanted, and ran my hand over Tristan’s broad chest. He felt so strong, dependable, delicious.
He held me to his side, an arm around my waist, perhaps afraid I’d trip on my heels, but I wasn’tthattipsy.
The elevator doors opened and everyone poured out, said goodnight, and made their way to Chester’s room.
“You guys coming?” Glitter asked.
I hoped to be, very soon. This time, though, I was going to do to Tristan what I’d planned earlier in the day.
