LOGIN"Racist?""Yes, Evelyn. Racist. You're a goddamn racist, insecure white woman. Looking Cora up and down like she's disgusting and then having the audacity to say how she's different than us." I scowl with disgust as I look down at her. "She's absolutely different than us, and there's not a goddamn t
He nods and frowns. "It's really frustrating."I sit up and place the glass on the table in front of me. I rest my elbows on my knees and let my forearms go limp in between my legs. "She's walking on thin ice with me," I admit, slowly pushing off my thighs to stand. "I'm working on taking care of it
There is decidedly nothing more perfect than Cora. Absolutely nothing. She's gracious. She's respectful. She's honest. She's trustworthy. And far be it from me not to mention how she's stunning in every sense of the world. So for Evelyn to be a frigid bitch to her is what perplexes the hell out o
"And the mess. Is everything—""It's all good, sir," Kenny interrupts. "Cora was quick to get it all cleaned up."There's a small pang in my chest as I hit the button for the penthouse. There's a part of me that wishes she hadn't finished cleaning. I want to see her again. Last night wasn't enough.
She shakes her head again and slowly looks at me. Her eyes are red and tear-rimmed. "No," she whispers.Okay, so what the fuck is it? "So then what's wrong?"She wipes her eyes. "I'm not sick either, and the kids are fine," she says. "I'm just... lonely. I think that's the best word for it."I frown
Evelyn doesn't reward bad behavior, as she shouldn't. She insists the kids go to their grandparents, and they protest like crazy, but have no choice but to submit when she drops them off on their doorstep and walks away. Mother and Father can handle their shit. I've done worse to them.But when she
I don't go to Kenny's for dinner. I'm supposed to, but I said I would, and I don't. I end up stopping by to see Mimi right after I quit. The look on her face when she sees me breaks my heart, but when I explained everything, she sighs, grabs my hands, and tells me I was listening to my heart and tha
I sit in the car longer than I should after it arrives at Eleven AM. The valet doesn't mind because I pay them a shit ton of money to deal with people like me. Frenzy is on staff today. He gained the moniker by being the fastest to get people in and out of their cars. He's a floater. He goes where I
Pardon my French, but fuck.Not just fuck, but an exaggerated fuck with a couple extra u's and c's said with a pleasured sigh.I had no intentions whatsoever to call Kenny and complain. I did, however, have every intention of calling Kenny and asking him who the fuck that perfect-as-hell woman was.
"Miss Eldredge?"Every time someone calls me that way, I can feel the dread circulating through my body as if I'm about to get the world's most brutal talking to in existence. I hate it. My hands get clammy. My heart races. I feel out of breath. Reminds me of when I was six, when reality sat in abou







