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
Tonight, I'm questioning everything. As I steal glances at Cora in the helicopter, I see a joy in her eyes that wasn't there at the club and certainly not there earlier in the day at the hotel. There's a sparkle. I feel like her gorgeous copper eyes are glowing. If I could fly around for hours with
According to G****e, a walk of shame is, "an instance of walking back home on the day after an unplanned casual sexual encounter, typically dressed in the same clothes as the previous evening." That's interesting considering I am wearing the same clothes and yet, nobody has ravaged the hell out of m
Grandfather taught me at a young age how to be the best businessman I could be, which is why it was a natural fit for me to take over the Dabney-Aparo hotel brand when I did. He taught Father how to be a businessman, but when it was time for him to take responsibility, he ran away like a cowardly ch
Alexis's driver pulls up in front of Minutiae alongside everyone else. Minutiae is the place to be on a Friday night. The line is long and I can hear the music from outside. A parking attendant moves to open our door, and I see a familiar face. He helps Alexis out and then offers his hand to me. It







