Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“Why do you think he was taking off to the Maldives for two weeks? We were celebrating our honeymoon.”
Honeymoon? Well damn. He couldn’t have been that fond of her if a billionaire could only afford to splurge two weeks on his new bride. If I were to marry a Daddy Warbucks, I’d want at least a six month round the world complete tour and that’s at a minimum. Something isn’t adding up here.
Colton’s jaw clenches and he refuses to take his eyes from Jacqueline for even a second. She smirks, her sick little plan clearly working. Hell, maybe we have a new suspect to add to the ‘who did it’ list. “Here’s how it’s going to go,” she starts, her smirk twisting into a wicked grin. “You’re going to march that toned ass of yours inside and you’re going to give me a nice, thick slice of that inheritance that I know is coming your way and if you don’t, I will go to the press and tell them how the billionaire heir is refusing his father’s widow what she is legally owed. I didn’t suck that old bastard’s dick for nothing.”
“You’re fucking lying,” he spits.
“You want to test that?” she questions with a laugh. “But don’t worry, I’m not stupid. I know how these things work. I’ll give you some time to get your finances in order.”
With that, she turns on her black stiletto boots and starts marching her way back down the stairs, but stops when she gets halfway down. “Don’t be a stranger, son. The clock is ticking.”
Chapter 15
I walk through the door after another interesting day of learning about the ins and outs of Bellevue Springs Private. The more time I spend there, the more the girls' perfect attitudes begin slipping away to reveal their true bitchy nature.
Gotta love a spoiled rich girl with her daddy wrapped around her little finger.
Yesterday was more about getting to know the school and my classes, but today was all about the girls. To them, I was still the shiny new toy and the Colton cloud that hung over my head just seemed to get bigger by the second, but to me, they were complicated little puzzles that needed to be worked out.
Once I figured out the first girl, the rest followed suit. Watching best friends stab each other in the back—all while smiling—was pretty damn funny. I’ll be sure not to make the same mistake. Everyone at Bellevue Springs Private will be held at arm's length. I’m not interested in having one of those preppy bitches stab me in the back just for a little fun during her day.
It won’t be long until they realize that they won’t be able to get to Colton through me and when that happens, all hell is going to break loose. I’m going to be public enemy number one but to be perfectly honest, I’m kinda excited about it. In the short month that I've lived in Bellevue Springs so much has happened. All I need is one of those bitches to try to tear me down, I have no patience, and a shitload of pent-up aggression. I'm already close to exploding, and when I do, a bitch is going to get fucked-up.
I get halfway through the foyer before Colton’s loud, booming voice tears through the mansion—considering the size of this place, that's pretty damn impressive. “THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY,” he booms. “FIND IT. I’M NOT PAYING YOU BY THE HOUR FOR YOU TO TELL ME THAT SHE GETS WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS.”
Damn. I guess he’s still in that meeting with the team of thirty lawyers who all piled in here first thing this morning.
I can’t imagine what it would be like walking in Colton’s shoes. He's surrounded by corporate wolves, with the weight of the world on his shoulders—growing heavier with each step—all of them watching and waiting for him to fuck it up. It’s not fair. He's only eighteen and never asked for this shit, and despite the fact that he’s flown through it and dominated so far, he’s also suffocating. Colton won’t be able to handle all of this bullshit for much longer, it’s not physically possible. I mean, the amount of stress he must be under … damn. I can’t even imagine.
Making my way through the house, I have no choice but to pass the formal dining hall that Colton is using for his meeting. Last night Colton had mentioned meeting with his lawyers after Jacqueline claimed she was married to his father. I just assumed that it was going to be in the same board room I'd prepared once before. When thirty lawyers showed up, I realized Colton had called in the whole calvary—the board room was not going to cut it.
I can’t help but peek through the open door as I pass, finding Colton standing at the head of the table, head dropped between his shoulders. He's looking over the mess before him—all the strength and confidence from over the weekend completely gone now. He looks helplessly at the papers flying around the table and back to the lawyers that are trying desperately to speak over one another.