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But there is no denying our chemistry. It was palpable and slightly terrifying. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends over the years, but I never remember feeling this beguiled by a woman before, especially after having sex with them.
My phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number, and my eyes light in surprise when I see who it is.
Unknown:It’s Slate Bastion. We need to talk.
Alysanne
News of Chadwick’sand my indiscretion has reached the tabloids. It may not seem newsworthy, but any time the progenies of two ridiculously rich families hook up, the world is eager to find out any details.
I’ve ignored all messages from Rachel.
Slate and I aren’t talking.
My father is recovering well and should arrive home soon. I’m not going to burden him with my brother’s coup. Not with his health issues.
Instead, I’ve been quietly reaching out to people, establishing connection and launching a PR makeover to rehabilitate my image. I may have to leave the industry, but that doesn’t mean my life will stop.
I’m not going to be ashamed of my past. I’m going to own it.
Which will send Slate into a panic because ‘a Bastion doesn’t have to explain themself, and shouldn’t.’
Then, I’ll laugh in his face.
My biggest revenge, however, will be against Chadwick. A man who gained my trust only to betray me.
A man who visits my dreams, tantalizing me. Making me feel things I don’t want to, that he has not earned from me.
I really was sleeping with the enemy.
Why did it have to be so good?
I grab my caramel latte and book it over to the animal shelter so I can walk a few of my favorite mutts.
“There you are!” Rachel appears out of nowhere, making me spill my latte on my yellow shirt.
“Jesus!” I shout, casting her an angry glare.
“I’m sorry, you just haven’t been answering my calls.”
“For good reason,” I snap.
She studies me, feigning confusion.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that. I know what you did.”
Her eyes downcast. “I’m sorry—”
“Save your apologies for someone who will believe you.”
“I couldn’t help myself. Your brother is just—”
“So you throw twenty years of friendship away? What did he promise you?”
“Promise me?”
Rachel’s look of confusion almost convinces me.
Almost.
