“Seriously?”
Time to let this girl in on some cold, hard truths.
“I don’t fault someone for bettering their standing in life. Throughout history, marriages were largely negotiated based on resources. Do you think the divorce rate would be this high if people were marrying for money? You lose half when you split. In your case, you’d lose everything.”
Her jaw drops. “You-miserable-woman!”
“What a comeback,” I deadpan.
“Let’s just forget this conversation ever happened.”
Again, I grab my magazine, hoping that she’ll actually leave this time.
But just in case she decides she might want to continue the conversation, I throw in one last jab. “It was about as forgettable as you are.”
“Do you know where Elliot is? He wasn’t in his room, but his car is parked outside.”
Bitter feelings of rage needle me.
I hate hearing his name uttered from her clueless lips, and how hopeful she looks when she speaks of him.
How could she be so stupid?
Looking into her innocent blue eyes, I’m about to go off on her, but I find myself lost. She’s a Disney princess stuck in a Rogue One world.
I snicker at my Star Wars reference.
I shouldn’t care. It’s none of my business. If anything, she’s lucky. She wouldn’t have been able to go to school without Elliot, or go on any of my family’s lavish vacations.
But that’s not what this girl cares about. You can see it written all over her face. She’s looking for love in the worst possible place.
I can’t let this happen.
Smiling, I say, “Actually, I know exactly where he is.”
“Could you tell me?”
“I’ll do you one better and take you to him.”
I get up from the couch and lead Bianca out to one of our two guest houses.
“Why would he be in here?” she asks as I open the door and gesture for her to go inside.
“You’ll see.”
“Elliot?” Bianca calls, crossing the threshold into living quarters.
I look away, feeling ashamed.
“It’s not what you think!” Elliot cries.
“Oh, shit, man,” Jordan mumbles.
Bianca gasps. “What the fuck is going on?”
“It’s nothing!” Elliot hisses.
“Like the OnlyFans was nothing?” Bianca screeches. “Jesus-fucking-Christ—I’m so stupid!”
