Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
My heart beats faster, watching Audrey puke again. I take Winona’s spot while she makes the call, and I keep Audrey’s hair out of her face. She takes deeper steadying breaths.
It’s okay.
Everything will be fine. It has to be.
TWELVE
SIP-IN-SNOW CRASHERS AFTERMATH: PART ONE
JANUARY 2040
AFTER CHAPTER 56 IN FEARLESS LIKE US
We listened to "Every Night" by Josef Salvat while writing this scene.
Character List:
Connor Cobalt - 51
Rose Calloway - 50
Ryke Meadows - 50
Lily Calloway - 48
ROSE CALLOWAY
THE ROYAL LEAKS
We reveal all the truths about the American Royals. These are verified and come directly from the source.
ROYAL LEAK #1: Sullivan Meadows bought Plan B.
#TodaysLeaks #TheCondomBroke #OopsieBaby #poundtown
PUTTING ASIDE THE horrendous hashtags, I can’t imagine a worse leak tonight. Pregnancy rumors are easy fodder for the media, and with my niece’s recent dating history, it’s likely going to stir up an uncontrollable shit storm.
Ryke is also going to shit another brick. He should’ve shit rusted knives for making this romance messier than it needed to be, but according to my youngest sister, he’s come around and seen the error of his ways. He’s never been that terrible at owning his mistakes. I think sometimes I can be worse at that.
Regardless, from all the facts I’ve gathered, I can confidently say that right now Sulli is publicly dating Banks, but she’s had a private break-up with Akara. The world, however, still believes a Royal Leak that advertised how Sulli is dating two men at the same time.
So this new Plan B leak is salacious.
Whoever this disgusting rat is, they know what they’re doing.
Even as I look at my phone, Carissa Cole still prattles on about Dalton Academy like her pure love is being a PTA mom. She’s also one of Cobalt Inc.’s top investors, which is why I’ve been tasked with keeping her occupied and happy at the investor gala tonight.
A task that I am acing with flying colors, I might add.
It’s almost too easy. Carissa could talk to a fucking wall and be mesmerized. I shift on my heels, careful not to catch the hem of my floor-length inky black gown. The sweetheart neckline is accented by a diamond choker necklace and waterfall earrings from the Cobalt Diamonds Anniversary collection.
Carissa stops her venting about the rest of the Hockey Moms and glances at me and then my phone. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”
Just the Royal Leaks wreaking more havoc through my family.
Thinking about these cesspool rodents causes ire, and I need my face to look welcoming and not on the verge of grabbing a pitchfork. I readjust my expression into something that doesn’t scream murder.
I click my phone off but keep it tight in my grip. “Maybe you should be PTA president, Carissa. At least your ideas sound marginally more interesting than another fucking bake-off.”
She grins. “Cheers to that.” She raises her champagne flute.
I do the same and we both take sips.
My eyes flit to the left side of the expansive venue: the top floor of a high-rise in Center City that Cobalt Inc. rented for the night. Servers wander around with hors-d’œuvres made by a James Beard award-winning chef. Fairy lights dangle from the walls and ceilings, and every guest will leave here with one of the blue Cobalt Inc. gift bags that line the table at the door.
It’s a schmooze fest where kissing ass is the name of the game. What my husband excels in and what I find repulsive but unfortunately necessary. To be clear, I won’t be doing the ass kissing. I’ve glared at more people tonight than I have all year—and I will go home without a morsel of regret. Connor doesn’t expect me to be on my knees and kiss the feet of his investors. I can be me, but I wouldn’t miss this gala. I’m here in solidarity after all.
I take another small sip of champagne, still looking for my husband in the masses.
“So I was thinking,” Carissa muses as soon as I spot Connor. His slimming suit molds his fit build, and he’s towering above most heads—his gaze pins to me in a serious note.
The Royals Leaks.
He read it, too, then.
He’s on his way to me when Carissa continues, “With my Nicholas and your Audrey in the same grade, it’d be just lovely if we could set them up together. Don’t you think?”
My eyes flame, my body heating. I’d rather run barefoot over hot coals than set my children up to date someone I deem acceptable. I want them to make their own decisions on love, even if it comes out of left field. Unless they ask me for dating help, I will be on the sidelines. Forcing myself to be nothing more than a spectator.
“So what do you think?” Carissa asks and her head swings to my side. “Oh…Connor, just in time.”
“Yes, just in time,” I say dryly, my tone like serrated ice chips as I take another large sip of champagne.