Page 234 of Money Reigns

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And thepraise.

God, I miss the praise.

And his filthy fucking mouth.

Damn it, War.

I sigh.

I should be sayingDamn it, Olivia.

Listening to stupid Brody about cages and freedom and all that bullshit.

I like being trapped.

What woman in this world says, ‘No thanks, no billionaires for me, I’m good.’

I hate that shit in movies.

‘I can’t take your money. I just can’t.’

Why the fuck not?

I leave the window. I’m not even watching him anymore.

I’m just brooding.

This is what missing the one you love—and dick deprivation,does.

It makes a woman brood.

I flop on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Enough brooding. Enough waiting for him to come to me.

If War were me? He wouldn’t sit here, sighing into the quiet.

He’d plan.

He’d move pieces on the board.

He’d make sure he got what he wanted.

So fine. Tonight, I’m War.

And War wouldn’t sit still. He’d sneak.Scheme.

He’d get into that inn, no matter who stood in his way.

Sneaking into the inn shouldn’t feel like plotting a heist, but with Logan at the front desk it may as well be. He’s still got that older-brother scowl, the one that used to catch me sneaking out at sixteen with a boy’s address scrawled on my arm. He’d never let me past without an interrogation.

So. Work around him.

I grab my phone and type to Ella quick.

Distract Logan tonight. Get him away from the desk. At ten. You in???

El

Do I get to know why?

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