Worth Billions (Worth It 1)

Had I lost my damn mind?

The fact that I didn’t even know was a fucking testament to how well Michelle fucked me over. Whatever her angle was for keeping that shit from me, it was going to come out. I needed to know why she withheld that information from me. Why she didn’t just tell me she was Andy’s ex and that he had kicked her out. Did she think I would kick her out, too? Did she think I’d just toss her out onto the street like some deadbeat fucker with an electric guitar and a penchant for shitty canned beer?

Apparently, that was exactly what she thought of me.

We needed to talk. And as the light turned green and my car sped off, only one question kept running through my mind to ask her.

Why the hell does she think I’m like Andy?

Chapter 28

Michelle

“Michelle. Where are you?”

I looked up from my empty mug of cocoa and looked at the clock. It was a little after four in the afternoon.

I’d been sitting at the kitchen table for an hour.

“In the kitchen,” I said.

I stared at the wine box on the kitchen counter, preparing myself to confront him. His footsteps fell hard in the house and I counted each one until he clumped into the kitchen. I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to settle my nervous heart for the confrontation that was about to occur.

But when I opened my eyes and took in his face, my guard immediately went up.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“We do,” I said plainly.

I pointed to the wine box on the counter with the letter sticking out of the top.

“Who’s Maria?” I asked.

His eyes darted from the box to me and back again before I cleared my throat.

“I know the wine in the box is from your vineyard,” I said.

His hardened gaze came back to me as he planted himself in the middle of the kitchen.

“I also know you’re astoundingly richer than everyone in this town put together.”

“Times six thousand,” he said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “Did you think I would view you differently somehow?”

I studied his face for the first time since he’d entered the kitchen, and the anger in his eyes caught me off guard. Why was he so angry? What in the world had him so riled up?

Wait, did something happen with Anton’s estate?

“I didn’t tell you because it’s none of your damn business,” Gray said.

My eyes widened at his words as my lips parted in shock.

“So now you answer me a question,” he said. “Why did you go snooping around in my things?”

“I didn’t. The thing was stuck in the bottom of the pantry. My bag of chips fell on it, not that I have to justify my actions to you,” I said. “Did something happen with Anton’s estate today?”

“You’re the second person to inquire about that.”