All Chapters of Sold For $1 To The Hawthorne Brothers : Chapter 101 - Chapter 105

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“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

BettyJulian 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