Lo cocks his head to the side. And he flashes a bitter, dry smile, not giving anyone anything they want to hear.
“No,” Ryke says.
Connor wears an unreadable expression. “Many people want to be with me. I may give them all my attention, but I’ll only be with a handful, and of those, I’ll only really like a few.”
“Who has the best legs?”
“Lily,” Loren says. “But she won’t believe me if I say it.”
Ryke rubs his lips in thought.
Loren glares at him like “you better not have fucking said her name”—but I think we all hear Daisy in his head anyway.
“Rose,” Ryke grimaces.
I laugh into my sip of champagne.
“Rose,” Connor says. “And then me, of course.”
“Top or bottom?”
Lo glares. “Top.”
Ryke shakes his head in annoyance. “I don’t care.”
“Top.” Connor grins. “Always.”
“Do you think Daisy is as sexually active as Lily?”
Lo’s eyes flash cold. He stands up. “I’m done with this sh*t.”
“What the f**k kind of question is that?” Ryke asks. He rises and chucks a pillow.
“No, she’s not,” Connor says definitively. He stands and buttons his suit jacket. “That’s enough for the day.”
While we go to commercial break, Daisy picks herself off the ground, her cellphone in hand. She tries not to make eye contact with any of the guys. It’s clear that the media is trying to determine whether or not my little sister will turn out like Lily.
And this fact only causes Lily to stay buried in Lo’s shirt, not only doused with shame but now guilt.
My chest hurts for both my sisters, but there’s nothing in my power that can reverse what’s happened. Maybe my clothing line isn’t worththisattention.
I scroll on my phone. My sales…they’re up by ten percent so far. The little ads that cut to the commercials must be helping. They say,Purchase the clothes worn by the Calloway sisters right now!And they show the links to the CC website.
I wish my body didn’t soar by the small success. A part of me wishes this reality show was a failure so I could easily choose my sisters’ welfare over my dream. I should do it. Two years ago, I think I would have. But I wonder if Lily would ever forgive herself for driving my company to the ground. I think she needs to know that my company is okay too—that she didn’t destroy everything with her addiction.
Daisy’s phone slips between her fingers and clatters to the floor. She bends down to pick it up, forgetting that she’s in a black backless dress I designed, short on her thighs. The dress immediately rides up, showing half her ass since she wears cut-off boy-short underwear.
My little sister has sufficiently mooned the crowd.
Ryke is the closest to Daisy. “Fuck,” he curses, quickly standing behind her. He grabs the hem of her dress and tugs down.
The three guys look over their shoulders at the nearest camera.
“Did they see her…?” Lo trails off, not able to talk about Daisy’s ass without cringing.
“That one did.” Connor motions to a photographer with horned-rimmed glasses, gesturing for him to come over to us. As the photographer nods and approaches, Connor pulls out his phone and makes a quick call.
Daisy struggles to pick up her cell.
