“Just you.”
Her eyes widen before they narrow into judgy slits. “You’re going to take me home, whatever your name is, and you’re going to do itnow.”
That may have worked for Bobby, but that shit is falling on deaf ears.
No one tells me how things are going to go.
“It’s Bronte,” I convey simply, even though I can feel the tick in my impatience starting to break from its seams. “And, we’re on our honeymoon. We’re also behind schedule.”
Meirna’s expression twists like I’m some slow douchebag that needs to kidnap women to nab attention.
She can ask Bobby—since we’re fucking identical twins, after all—I don’t crave attention. I loathe it.
Buthe loves it.
I mean, shit, Meirna hunted his ass down and, while Bobby might be an attention whore, I’ve never needed women to stroke my ego.
My cock speaks for itself.
“I don’t know you,” Meirna continues to argue, swinging in a fight she’s never going to win. “And this is—this isTwilight Zonekind of shit. Afelony.” My eyes roll because it’s not shit compared to my family. “This isn’tfunny, Bronte.”
Mhm, there it is.
My namefinallyoff those pretty little lips of hers.
It triggers the start of everything I am and everything Bobby’s not. The truth in groves and all the things I’ve done for her so that she doesn’t get buried alive by my sperm donor, my vindictive mother, and my sloppy brother.
Meirna Stetson just fucked up.
Because I’m going all out on every secret that will turn her toward me.
“A felony is taking dirty money and scamming your investors,” I reply. “You’re welcome, Meirna. Because I just saved you from the reprehensible Hardings so you can continue your non-profits and help the community you so love. So that you have a life and a name still, that’s not linked to the soon-to-be downfall of my old family. I know you’ve donezeroresearch on your ex-fiancé. Harding Holdings is tanking. And Bobby was the plan to save it. You…you were to save face.” I pluck her cell phone out of my back pocket and aimlessly toss it in the air toward her. She catches it, barely, almost permitting it to fall to the floor, but she’s quick to retrieve it into her tight clutches. “Look it up.”
Meirna doesn’t move to do just that. She just continues to stare at me like the so-called stranger I am.
“Don’t mistake the use of your cell phone and get on my bad side, Meirna. I’m ruthless when I get mad. I wouldn’t want our honeymoon to involve me restricting you to this room when I havea whole plan to take you everywhere. We’re in Prague…I want you to enjoy it.”
Her nostrils flare when I notice tears swelling and glossing along her eyes.
I immediately don’t like that.
So much so that I step forward to erase the space between us, but I don’t touch her. She’s not ready to be touched by any man whose name isn’t known asBobby.
“Tell me, Daydream…when you so-called looked me up. What was the first thing you came across with Bobby’s name?”
A response doesn’t freely come from her lips, but I don’t need it. I already know.
Philanderer.
Womanizer.
Romeo the Rich Rake.
Playboy.
Bobby has fucked his way through Harvard, our father’s office, and Meirna.
Meirna.
