Barbie Bitch (Rejects Paradise 3)

“So, that’s it then. That’s the value of my life. 3.7 million dollars.”

“Well,” Colton says, reaching for me and dragging me back into his lap. “If you ask me, my father got a bargain. I’d say you're worth at least 4 million.”

A smile cracks across my face and I shove my hand against his chest, playfully pushing him away. “You’re an ass, you know that right?”

“An irresistible one though.” I roll my eyes and let out a heavy breath and he instantly catches my hands in his. “We’re agreed, right? There is no debt and you’re a free woman? I don’t own you, nor do I want to. I want you here as my girlfriend because you have a tight ass and a nice set of tits, not because some dickhead wanted to settle a debt. Got it?”

I look over his shoulder and press my lips into a hard line. “I’ll think about it.”

Colton raises his chin and his lips brush against my jaw before moving up to my ear and sending shivers through my body. “Is there anything I can do to convince you?”

I squirm on his lap and enjoy the low groan that pulls from deep within him. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “What did you have in mind?”

I feel his smile against my skin and just as his hand slips inside of my sweatpants, I hear the door swing open so hard that it bangs against the drywall. “Yuck,” one of his sister’s grunt of disapproval comes flying through the room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Colton? Stop letting the whore play tricks with your mind. She’s trash and you’re allowing her to seduce you. You’re better than this.”

I look back over my shoulder as Colton lets out a heavy sigh and pulls his hand out from between my legs. “Get the fuck out of here, Casey. Go and fuck with someone else’s day. Ocean is a shitload more welcome here than you are.”

“This is my house too,” she screeches.

Colton raises a brow and fixes her with a hard stare. “How much do you want to bet?”

Casey’s face drops and I take a quick moment to try and notice the small differences on her face that set her apart from her sister and all I can come up with is a small freckle by her jaw. I just hope Cora doesn’t have the same otherwise I’ll never be able to tell them apart. “You’re such an asshole,” she spits at her brother. “And to think I was coming in here to mend bridges.”

Colton laughs and Casey turns on her heel, stalking away quicker than she came. “Mending bridges?” Colton asks. “What the fuck is that about?”

I can’t tear the smile off my face. “Trust me, you don't want to know,” I tell him, pleasantly surprised that Casey was willing to make an effort with her brother.

He shakes his head and leans back in his seat, but I’m not nearly done with him. Hell, I haven’t even started. “Now, where were we?” I question, leaning into him and brushing my lips over his.

“I think you were about to show me that you're worth a hell of a lot more than 4 million dollars.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Only if you want it to be.”

“Well, damn,” I laugh, grinding against him and feeling his hardness through his pants. “Maybe we should take this upstairs instead. I’m going to need room to move.”

Colton’s brow raises and just like that, I’m thrown over his shoulder. He races out of his office and with a hard slap on my ass, he takes me up to his room and neither of us emerges until the sun is beaming through his bedroom window, our worlds have thoroughly been rocked, and we’re both utterly exhausted.Chapter 7I sit on the kitchen counter with my legs crossed under me, staring out at the ridiculously awesome pool that Charles was so proud of. It's a Saturday morning and for the first time in my life, I don't know what to do with myself.

My Saturdays used to consist of waking up hungover on one of the boys’ couches before spending the next hour regretting my decisions as I became way too familiar with the toilet bowl, and honestly, the boys’ toilet bowls are not something any woman should ever get that close to.

Colton woke up early, probably to work out and get a few hours logged in the office. Milo was out with someone last night who wasn’t me and is spending the morning in bed. Mom is busy putting together the employee schedule for this coming week, and the girls, I have no idea. Hendrix said something about some guy’s yacht and Jess practically drooled at the chance so I'm assuming that’s what they’re doing.

Maybe it’s time to broaden my horizons, maybe make a few friends so shit like this doesn’t happen.