Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,93

came tearing in with a new bandage and cream, insisting that I sit my ass down and redress it. I have a feeling this is going to be my life for the next few days. I’d hate to see what it’s like if I was to seriously injure myself. Colton would probably hire a full-time nurse just to follow me around. I mean, they know I’m more than capable of taking care of myself, right?

Colton gently presses a new bandage on after declaring that it looked much better today, something he’d heard my mother say only a short hour ago, but I guess nothing is really true until you’ve seen it with your own eyes.

Colton presses a kiss to my lips before stepping away and heading toward his private bar. “Do you want anything to drink?” he questions, pausing at the door.

I scrunch up my face, thinking over my options but instantly get distracted by the way his loose tank gapes at the front and every inch of his fine, strong, and chiseled chest is put on display. He had no meetings today so he didn’t bother putting a suit on and damnnn, it looks good on him.

A knowing grin tears across his too handsome face. “Jade,” he says, his voice low and warning. “Concentrate.”

“Oh, umm, right … I’ll have—”

“I’ll take a vodka sunrise, thanks,” Casey says from her position across the kitchen, lowering the book that she’s had her face glued in since she got home from school this afternoon.

Colton gapes at her. “No fucking way. You’re sixteen.”

Casey groans as I bite my tongue about the fact that he happily stood by over the weekend as she poured cocktail after cocktail down her throat. “For the millionth time, I’m seventeen and what does it matter? Ocean is only seventeen, and it’s not as though you’re any better. You’re only eighteen yourself.”

“I—” His face falls as he cuts himself off, realizing that she has a very good point. “Fine,” he finally says as though he’s her parent giving her permission to make bad decisions. “But only one drink. I don’t want Mom riding my ass for letting you have a drink. She’ll probably try to sue me.”

Casey scoffs out a laugh, all of us knowing that while his comment was a small jab, it wasn’t far from the truth. I wouldn’t put that kind of shit past her. She’s a bitch like that, and I don’t doubt that she’d do some pretty stupid things to get her hands on someone else’s cash.

“What about you?” he questions, looking back at me.

I shrug a shoulder, not really caring that much. “I’ll have what she’s having,” I say, keeping it easy and knowing all too well that the simpler I keep my order, the quicker he’ll be back with his hands on my body.

Colton nods and pushes through to the private bar, keeping the door open so he can be a part of the conversation as he pours us some drinks.

I look up at Casey, studying the front of her book. “What are you reading?”

She peers up at me, her eyes all I see of her delicate face but the way they scrunch and the tops of her cheeks press up into them, I’m more than aware of the big ass grin taking over her face. “Oh, girl. This one is fucking good. It’s—”

The familiar buzz of the front gate sounds, cutting off Casey’s explanation as we both flick our gazes toward the small monitor behind me. My bows pinch. “Who’s that?” I ask, feeling a slight familiarity as I take in the guy waiting by the gates.

There’s a pissed-off scowl over his face and I try to think back to the many meetings I’ve seen Colton sitting through. The guy is older, but I don’t think he’s one of Colton’s business partners. I’ve seen them all, but this guy is … different. There’s something darker about him. Something dangerous that puts my nerves on edge.

The guy leans out of his expensive car and hits the buzzer again, holding it down so the loud buzz vibrates through the whole mansion, demanding our attention.

“Who the fuck is that?” Colton demands, coming out of the bar with no drinks in hand, walking straight over to the small monitor with an annoyed frown marring his perfect face. He grabs the monitor and spins it around so he can get a good look at the screen. “Fuck,” he curses, hitting accept on the gates so they peel