Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)
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“So, how did it go, meeting the future Mr. Felton?”
I put the papers back on my desk. I spent all night reading every detail of my father’s and my granddad’s wills. I’m screwed. If I want any equity, any money, the only way is to marry Killian.
I bite my lip as I turn to face her. “It didn’t go so well.”
Scarlett sits up in my bed. “Why? Is he ugly? Or, no…is he, like, fifty years old or something? Does he have a disgusting mole on his face? Is he bald? Doesn’t speak English? Fat? What?”
I pace my room, occasionally stopping to stare at Scarlett. “No.”
“What is it?”
“Remember that guy I told you about? The one I met at the casino the other night?”
Scarlett crawls forward on my bed until she is lying on her stomach. “You mean, the mysterious, sexy man who gave you the only orgasm of your life?”
“Best, not only.” I pace. “And, yes. It was him.”
She scrunches her nose at me. “What?”
“The man I’m supposed to marry is Killian, the same man who gave me the orgasm the other night.”
A sly smile spreads across her lips. “So, what’s the problem?”
“He doesn’t want to marry me.”
“That’s crazy. Everybo
dy wants to marry you. Why doesn’t he want to marry you?”
I grab my forehead that is pounding from her insane questioning.
“I say, fuck him!” she says after a few minutes.
“What?”
“Have sex with him. Once he gets a taste of Kinsley Felton, he will want more and more. He’ll be begging you to marry him.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think that is going to happen. He thinks of me as a child.”
“Ew. He does not, or he wouldn’t have done what he did to you the other night.”
“He was just messing with me.”
“No, Kins, he wasn’t. He was into you.”
“Whatever. I don’t want to marry him anyway.”
“What? I thought you thought he was sexy. I thought…”
“I don’t want to marry him because maybe I want to be CEO. I don’t want to have to marry someone else in order to have anything to do with the company. Or maybe I don’t want anything to do with the company.”
Silence. That’s the answer I get.
“Scar?”
“Yeah?” she says hesitantly.
“Well?”