Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Keep Reading
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sneak Peek
- Find Me
- Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
- Acknowledgments
He thumbed my lip, a dark, possessive look consuming his features. He pulled me forward, crashing his lips against mine.
Lips still pressed to mine, he said, “I’ll never get enough of your lips, Story Hale.”
Then he gripped my hand in his, and we entered.
Multiple stories of leather-bound books flanked by towering Grecian columns. It was beautiful, ancient, intimidating.
I spotted Tansy Crowne and instinctively tensed. A little way away from her, Lottie du Lac smiled with her friends, the same ones who had so very recently tormented me. Grayson’s friends, if he still called them that, leaned against a column, looking bored. Everyone in this room was dressed in the finest silks and satins, but all I saw were sharks.
I might be dolled, Grayson might have told the paparazzi I was his date, but I did not belong here.
Tansy gestured for Grayson to come with a crook of her finger.
“If I don’t go now, it will be a thousand times worse for us later.” He looked at me, worry creasing lines in his smooth forehead.
“Go,” I said. “I’ll be fine.”
GRAY
On my way to my mother I was stopped by Lottie’s yell.
“You brought her here? How could you do that?”
Tears glimmered in her eyes. Around us, partygoers turned to watch, eager for gossip.
“Shit, Lottie, this isn’t how I wanted to do this.” I caught her elbow, dragging her someplace more private. “I was going to talk to you later.”
I caught Snitch’s eye before we disappeared, concern and question writ across her usually smooth face.
Lottie’s shoulders dropped. “You’re taking her as a mistress.”
“No, fuck no. I can’t go through with it”
“You’re canceling it?” Lottie’s face crumpled. “Tonight?” Lottie was the perfect high society woman. She didn’t show emotion. She didn’t lose face. She didn’t start scenes.
So seeing her cry in public was a shock and made me feel like fucking shit.
“That’s good. That’s…good.” She sniffed, covering her mouth and wiping away a stray tear. Back to the picture of perfection.
Still, she looked so broken and beat down. I’d loved Lottie and I’d never intended to fall out of love with her.
“Lottie…”
I didn’t know what words to say to make this better.
To fix it.