Chapter 13

"Hey pops. Well, well...hey Victoria. How ya been?" Sonny said, smirking at her, before lowering his gaze to her cleavage.

"Oh, I didn't know you two knew each other," Paul said, staring at his son skeptically.

"Oh yeah, Victoria and I go way back. Actually, she owes me a McLaren Roadster," he said with a wink.

The bastard would be so slimy to bring this up in front of his father. God, she wanted to kick him in the nuts! Just when she was finally feeling good about herself, one sentence from him could tear her down and make her feel cheap all over again.

"I don't owe you anything, Sonny. Perhaps you shouldn't make bets with someone you know will beat you every time," Victoria said.

She watched his face as his smile dropped. She figured that losing to Nic was something that happened more than he'd like to admit. Then just as soon as it had disappeared, he gave her an evil grin.

"Careful little Vicky. Getting a little high and mighty..." then