There's my innocent peach. Ready to be defiled.

"Were you under the impression I was a nice guy?" I murmur.

She stays quiet, her chest pushing into mine, making me wonder what her tits look like naked.

I'll find out tonight.

She finally asks again, "Why are you upset with me?"

"You did a good job fooling my family," I comment, then stare at her plump mouth, remembering how good her tongue felt massaging mine.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she questions, then teases me further by licking her lips.

My body hardens. I slide my hand under her dress and panties. Her bare ass is smooth, and I once again note how my palm fits perfectly around it.

"What are you doing, Sebastian?" she asks, pushing her hands against my pecs.

I hold her tighter, claiming, "I'm establishing my PDA rights."

"No one is here," she comments.

"So? I paid a million dollars for you. I can do what I want," I declare.

She slaps me so hard, it stings. I step back and put my hand over my cheek, crying out, "What the fuck, Georgia!"

Her expression explodes with anger. Her lips tremble, and she jabs my chest. "Don't you treat me like I'm your whore. I'm not, Sebastian!" She spins and moves toward the house.

"Georgia, wait," I call out, following her. I grab her arm and spin her around.

"No! Don't touch me right now!" she warns, her eyes glistening.

Something tells me that I better back off. I hold my hands in the air. "Okay."

She shakes her head at me, then opens the door.

"There you are! We're ready to—Georgia, what's wrong?" Evelyn asks. Her eyes dart between us.

"Oh, your brother is just being your brother. I need to freshen up. Where's the closest bathroom?" Georgia asks.

"I'll take you," I offer.

"No," she replies, giving me a look that makes me want to crawl into a hole.

What did I just do?

God, I really am an asshole.

"First door on the left," Evelyn instructs.

"Thanks," Georgia says, flying past her.

Evelyn puts her hand on her hip and stands in the doorway. "Sebastian, why is Georgia upset?"

"None of your business. Move," I order.

"What did you do to her?" she demands.

"Nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing."

"Evelyn, mind your own business," I assert.

"Whatever you did, you better make it right, Sebastian. She looks really upset," Evelyn claims.

My chest tightens, and disappointment and shame fill me. Evelyn is my pain-in-the-ass sister, always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. She's only a year younger than me, but she acts like the matriarch of our family. We've always butted heads. I typically ignore what she says, but right now, her words sting more than Georgia's slap.

My family spilled the beans about my past. Why am I taking it out on Georgia?

She wants my money.

I approached her to marry me.