a rich world even do apart from cleaning up after slobs?
My legs are itching to take me out of this room and explore the estate but something’s holding me back and it’s pissing me off that I don't know why. Seeing as though it’s not Harrison who I want to avoid seeing, that only leaves one option and it infuriates me that he’s already managed to get under my skin. Though I’d bet what little I have left that the dickhead is currently moping around his castle with me on his mind. I know I’m under Colton’s skin, it’s just a question of what it means to be there.
I find myself walking circles around my room, taking it all in. A massive king-size bed with about as many pillows as there are staff in this circus, a massive walk-in closet which I wouldn’t be able to fill if my life depended on it, and a private bathroom. The walls are white, the bedspread is white, the furniture white, and even the curtains are all white. It’s so clinical but in a modern living kind of way. Certainly not my style.
I don’t doubt that I’m going to fuck it up. I can’t be trusted not to spill my midnight snacks everywhere. At least it’s only for a few days before we’re moved down into the pool house and a step further away from the prince of darkness.
My phone vibrates against my ass cheek and I slip it out of my pocket, smiling down at Dominic’s name. “Well, well, well, I’ve hardly been gone three hours and you’re already calling me,” I say, answering the phone as I flop down onto the too comfortable bed.
“Shut up, I had to make sure you made it there alright.”
“We did …”
“And?”
“And it’s just as bad as I thought it was going to be. Everywhere I look, there’s a sign of how much money they have to waste. There’s a fucking indoor pool and you can press a few buttons and it somehow becomes an outdoor pool. The whole ceiling opens up, Nic. It’s crazy. There are secret rooms, private bars, and a butler with his head shoved so far up his own ass that he probably eats his own shit for breakfast. Not to mention, the guy has a douchebag son who’s in serious need of an ass-whooping.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says dangerously.
“Right … wait. How do you know the guy is a douchebag? I don’t even think I told you where I was going.”
Nic scoffs and it turns into a deep chuckle. “You really think I was going to let you walk out of Breakers Flats without knowing exactly where you were going and who was going to be around you?”
My eyes practically roll into the back of my head. “Why am I not surprised?”
“You’re my girl, O. I’m always going to be looking out for you. No matter what.”
“I’m not your girl anymore, Nic.”
“Don’t start with me, babe. I just watched you walk out of here. I’m not about to listen to you reminding me of how I fucked it all up.”
I scoff, fighting a grin. “You fucked it up real bad.”
“Cut the shit, Ocean,” he says with a sigh before getting back on track. “Just do me a favor and stay out of Colton’s way. The guy is bad news and I don't want you getting caught up with him.”
“Seriously? It might already be too late for that,” I laugh, picturing the way Colton is probably fuming to daddy about their little house guest. “But what kind of bad news could he be? Surely he couldn’t be any worse than you or the boys.”
“Just … stay away,” he says with that familiar annoyance when having to deal with me, but deep down I know he loves it. He lives for this shit. Keeping something from me ‘for my own good’ is one of his favorite pastimes and because of that, I know he’s not about to give me what I'm looking for.
“You realize I’m currently living in the same house as him. Staying away from the guy isn’t exactly going to be that easy when I’m sitting across from him at the breakfast bar.”
“Ocean, I’m being serious.”
“So am I. What’s the big deal? He’s just some arrogant rich dude with a chip on his shoulder.”
“He’s bad news, Ocean. He’s not like the guys you’re used to dealing with who get put down and stay down. Guys with money, they keep coming back