"Calm down. Maybe you need to get laid to relieve that tension you've got going on."
Silas snorts. "Maybe I will. With Lola. After all, I could be Alex. And no issues there..."
Before I can ream him out, he hangs up, and I roll my eyes.
Slowly, it hits me.
She has been waiting for my message.
Well then, maybe I will send her one. I've got the entire drive home to think of what to say.
Yeah, I will write a message and put the poor girl out of her misery...
Chapter Seventeen
LOLA
My feet ache.I didn't know a day full of shopping could do that. Not that I have never been shopping, but I think there is a difference between rich-person shopping and regular-people shopping.
I think I prefer the regular type. Even when we had money, and Dad was getting further and further into debt with work for the wrong people—another fault of Enzo.
Well, if I'm utterly fair, Enzo's father. But he is still cut from the same cloth, right? Because he is rich. He can swoop in and buy startups and take over.
No, he is from the same cloth, rich and ruthless. I just wish he wasn't so damn hot.
I fan myself and flop down on the sofa in my tiny apartment, my feet throbbing.
It didn't help that Ruby's number one conversational matter was Enzo.
How hot he was, did he have a girlfriend or boyfriend, and was he open to her, or did his work interest begin and end with me?
I blow out a breath.
The thing is, I don't want him. I?—
"Stop it." I groan.
Then I shift my thoughts back to shopping.
Definitely a different experience. But this time, I didn't spend money I don't have.
Then again, I didn't before. I lived in luxury, and I would buy some new things... the difference was the price. But the Birkin was sold, and my designer clothes went to a consignment store.
My shopping trips were tag-alongs with the girls whose fathers moved in my dad's circles. Very rich girls who were able to shop at places that opened by appointment.
I pick up my one bag: some extra panties that were on sale at Wolford's, but in there is something else that makes my heart stutter crazily in my chest.
A dusky rose-red lace and silk panty and bra set from La Perla.
"Oh, my God..."
We went there—to Wolford's for stockings and then La Perla for lingerie.
Ruby believes in dressing well, right down to her skin.
My cotton panties were on a super sale, ten dollars each, but they are quality. I most certainly didn't buy the three-hundred-dollar set I had my eye on.
I text Ruby.What were you thinking? I can't accept.
