Her brows crease. “Oh, honey. That’s sweet, but I can’t ask that of you. It’s too much.”
I give her a blank stare. “Mom, we hardly have any possessions after the bank took it all. It’s fine, really. Besides, you’re not asking. I'm offering.”
Mom groans and lets out a loud huff before finally agreeing. “Fine,” she says, preparing herself for the list of rules and regulations that Drix and I will have to abide by if we’re going to start messing around with her things. Only she never gets the chance to voice them before Colton barges through the door.
“What happened to you?” he questions, reaching up and grabbing hold of the top of the door frame, making his shirt ride up above the waistband of his jeans, showing off his perfect V and making me drool. “You were supposed to be getting dressed so we could go? I warned you, Spencer will start the party without you.”
My eyes bug out of my head, and I cringe. “Shit, I kinda got distracted.”
“Yeah, no shit,” he grumbles, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Now unless you’d like me to come over there and force your sweet ass into your closest, then I suggest you hurry up and do it yourself. Otherwise, you’re going to end up in that skimpy red dress and those boots that come halfway up your thigh.”
Mom’s mouth drops. “Excuse me?” she demands, gaping at me. “What boots? They sound like hooker boots to me.”
Colton grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, they are.”
That fucker.
I groan, pulling myself off the couch. “Alright,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’m going, but I’m driving, and just so you know, I’m taking the Veneno and driving like I just stole every last cent you had.”
Without giving him a chance to get another word in, I strut away while shaking the ass that my momma gave me.
Half an hour later, I drive the Veneno down Spencer’s long-ass driveway and gape at his home. How have I never been here before? This is ridiculous. I mean, it’s not as ridiculous as Colton’s mega-mansion, but it’s definitely one of the more impressive homes in Bellevue Springs.
It’s after nine at night, so it’s hard to see all the finer details of the home, but from where I’m sitting, it looks as though it’s been pulled right out of a novel. It’s a beautiful white manor home with massive pillars around the whole building stretching right up to the third story. Just like every other mansion in Bellevue Springs, there’s a stunning staircase that leads to the front door, and I’m left speechless. I’m going to have to come back during the day to get a proper look at this place, maybe sneak in through the service entrance to give myself the grand tour.
Colton glances over at me as we pass the tree-lined driveway with each of the trees lit up with their very own spotlight. I mean, what else do you do when you have too much money? Give your trees lights. It leaves me wondering what other little treasure this place is hiding.
“Why do you look like that?” he asks me, staring at me as though I’ve just gone a little insane.
“Look at his place,” I screech, taking my hands off the steering wheel to point it out. You know, in case he can’t see the absurdly huge building right in front of his face. “This is insane. Why have I never seen this before?”
Colton dives over and puts his hand on the steering wheel, way too precious about his special little car, but I have to admit, every time I drive this thing, I think I come a little. “Will you concentrate on what you’re doing?”
“I can’t help it. I think I’m in love.”
Colton rolls his eyes, but can’t help grinning back at me, still thinking it’s cute when his world manages to surprise me. “Yeah, you’ve met Spencer’s dad. He's all about appearances and has expensive tastes. This place took him nearly four years to build. Just wait till you see inside.”
“Why?”
He shakes his head. “Spencer will have the lights down, so it won’t be as good as if you were looking during the day, but every single inch of the place has been planned out. I wouldn’t even be able to describe it. You just have to see it for yourself. I’ll bring you back tomorrow, and you can have a proper look at it.”
Excitement bubbles through me. I'd like nothing more, I don’t know why though. I should be secretly hating the place. After all, Spencer’s dad is a bit of an arrogant dickwad.
We finally reach the top of the driveway, and I have to be careful not to hit any of the guests that are all pouring in. There must be hundreds of people littering the property, some already drunk and dancing to music that isn’t there, while others scramble up the massive staircase, wanting to get to the real party inside.