MY STEPBROTHER'S DIRTY PET
I dumped my purse by my side, slumping onto the couch, regretting my choice to read rather than sleeping like a fucking log of wood.
“Well shit. It *is* fucking expensive. Who got you this?” Ella asked, passing her phone to me. My eyes widened, alarm bells going off in my head, my heart plummeting at the outrageous price.
It was a special piece, exclusive and auctioned recently. This knitted bracelet cost a whooping sum of twenty-two million… fucking European pounds.
A fucking bracelet cost this much?
Ella’s gaze held question, jealousy, admiration—all at once. She shopped into the chair next to me, eyes widened and speaking.