LOGINBettyJulian wins the next round. And the next. And every round after that, clearing the entire table of all their winnings with a shit-eating grin on his face the entire time. By the time he finally announces that he’s done for the night, the table is practically empty of chips. Julian stretches in his chair, checking his watch. “Well, gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. I’d say we should do this again sometime, but I’m afraid I’d have to start charging you for the privilege of losing to me.”A few of the men mutter under their breath, but nobody argues with him.Nobody except the man sitting opposite us.“Come on, Julian.” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. “One more round.”Julian doesn’t even look at him as he reaches for his glass. “I’m afraid my charitable streak has come to an end.”“One round,” the man insists with a grunt, his eyes flicking toward me. “You can’t possibly be tired already. Besides, I haven’t had a proper chance to win back what you’ve taken
Betty I glance around as I walk through the door, noting the absence of people wandering about. The place is surprisingly quiet, considering Julian said he was taking me somewhere interesting. There are people seated around tables, some with cards in their hands, others watching as money changes hands, but nobody seems particularly interested in anything happening beyond their little circles. Everything looks expensive, too, which makes me wonder how much money people lose here on a regular basis.I look at the man walking beside me. “Did you bring me here to sell me off because you don’t want me anymore, and you want to recover the money you spent settling my debt?”I should’ve known something was wrong when he treated me to lunch that could’ve fed an entire average household for a month with the price he paid. Julian glances at me, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, and smiles. “Yes.”I stop walking.He keeps going for another step before turning to look at me, his exp
Julian“You’re starting to take after our oldest brother,” I grumble as I sit down opposite Lucien, rolling my eyes at the glass of plain water in front of him. “Except you have no idea what having fun means.”He picks up his glass and takes a sip, watching me over the rim as though he’s deliberately trying to annoy me by being boring.I lean back in my chair, tapping my knuckles against the table. “I have somewhere to be in”—I check my phone—“less than an hour, so if we could wrap this up, that would be great.”Lucien takes his sweet time putting the glass down before looking at me. “You’re never punctual about anything, so I’m sure you’ll be fine showing up late.”I fight the urge to groan because, unfortunately, he’s right.I’m seldom on time, mostly because I hate having to show up somewhere at a specific hour when I’d rather be doing something else. But this time is different because someone else is involved, and I actually care about making a good impression.Betty.I don’t want
Betty I spend the entire night, reprimanding myself. And then I start the morning in my tiny bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. “WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?”That I could do something reckless and it would somehow take care of itself? Where was common sense, when I needed it to smack me upside down the head?“You’ve ruined everything, Betty,” I groan, ripping out my hair with my fingers. “What did you expect to happen after you kissed him? You believed his speech, when you should’ve pushed him out of your apartment and gone straight to bed.”It was the alcohol. Yup. That’s right. I’m blaming it on the alcohol. If I didn’t have too much to drink, his speech wouldn’t have sounded like something I needed at that moment. I would’ve held off on my impulsive thoughts. I sigh, with a deep sound of regret and dejection, before dragging myself under the shower head. Thankfully, the water doesn’t come out ice cold, or scalding hot. It’s just right. When I come out of t
Betty I stare at Julian. He stares at me. “I did not mean that,” I say firmly, although I’m screaming on the inside. How could I blurt out something like that? Ughhhhhhhhh!!! “I don’t like you,” I continue, lifting my shoulders with just enough of a shrug to show that I’m nonchalant and indifferent. “I’m not attracted to you, personally. I just meant that you’re conventionally attractive, so people don’t see your real self, because you’ve fed them with lies.”“I see,” Julian says, nodding slowly. “That makes sense. It would be beyond crazy for me to think that every woman I come in contact with, has some kind of crush on me.” Yes. Perfect. I exhale quietly, not letting him see how relieved I feel. My stupid mouth and my alcohol riddled brain, should’ve thought about it a little more before they blurted out those words. “Now that that is out of the way,” I continue, pushing the subject way further as I stand up. “Maybe you should get going? I’m sure you have better things to do
Julian “Okay,” I backtrack quickly, searching for the nearest exit. “Maybe I should’ve phrased that better. I wasn’t talking about me,” I explain, while Betty stares at me like I’ve committed a grave offense. And if she had her way, she would’ve sent me hurling through an open gap in the ground. To my demise. “I was just trying to say that you should talk to someone. Trust someone. That’s something my brother’s fiancée would say if she was here—and she’s an expert at knowing what people need, so…” I trail off. Betty sighs. “I don’t need anybody. I managed this far on my own; I’m pretty sure I can get further without looking for someone to hold a bag of frozen vegetables to my swollen cheek.”“An incident,” she continues with a scathing tone, “that wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gone with you to that party in the first place. Which I had some reservations about—but I needed the money more,” she mumbles the last part to herself. “I take full responsibility.”She glares at me.
A black, sleek Mercedes car. Of course. Adrian Hawthorne, one of New York’s finest and wealthiest heirs, wouldn’t choose anything less. The car I rode in when he took me from the auction house was more expensive, with plush leather chairs that melted my bones as I touched them. I’d forgott
I’m tongue-tied. “I—” I stammer for the first second, unable to look at him. “It was a mistake.” A genuine one. And it wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t said we should sleep in the same bed. “It won’t happen again,” I tell him, lifting my head to face him. “As long as I have my own
The sun is shining directly in my face when I wake up the next morning. Not wake up, actually. I open my eyes to the bright, stinging light from the drapes drawn open, grab the pillow, and slam it over my head like WWE. I used to watch it when I was younger, after my mother died. I thought if
“You can do this. You can—” My courage vanishes the second I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. “I can’t,” I whisper. My hair is twisted into a messy bun, damp strands clinging to my neck. I spent the last thirty minutes in the bathtub, scrubbing my skin raw like I could wash ton







