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
“Deal’s finished. I’m out.” I broke off, voice disappearing down my throat as his knee separated my thigh, his hand slammed above my head.
He quirked his head, eyes narrow. “I thought you didn’t want this to end?”
“You’re getting married,” I said, keeping my voice even.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Are you asking me to be your mistress, Mr. Crowne?”
My chest hurt, but I wouldn’t let him see the pain.
The second choice. The girl behind the girl. Good enough, but not worthy. My mother’s daughter, after all.
His eyes flashed. “Why are you calling me that?”
“That’s who you are to me. Who we are to each other.”
I could’ve sworn I saw hurt flicker in his blue gaze, but it was so quickly replaced with contempt, I couldn’t be sure.
“How much is a Snitch’s cherry worth?” He raked his blue gaze over me. “Ten seems fair.”
I sputtered. “Ten thousand? I’m not having sex for ten—”
He rolled his eyes like I was an impudent child, letting go of my wrist so I fell. Once again, my little mountain of personal items scattered at my feet.
Grayson stood straight, towering above me with folded arms like a god. “Million.”
Twenty-Seven
STORY
All the breath rushed out of me.
That kind of money would change my life, and he knew it.
“Why would you want to ruin everything we’ve been working toward?” I asked. “You’re getting married to her. I saw the way she looked at you on the dock.”
Unless…could he? Was he maybe feeling it too?
You’re starting to take up too much space inside me.
Words he’d whispered against my lips that had made hope sprout unwanted in my chest.
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t get butterflies in your stomach or hearts in your eyes. You’re an itch I need to scratch, Snitch. You’re mold on my soul, a growing infestation. I’m not going to end up like my father and grandfather, in a marriage with a mistress on the side.”
I blinked at the rare bit of honesty.
Mold. Infestation. An itch.
This is where I should tell the truth.
Tell him I’m not a virgin. Everything was built on a lie meant to save myself from another rich boy who only wanted to use me. Instead, I’d put myself back in the same fucking position.
West only ever wanted me because I was a virgin. He used me to get that part of me. I stared at Gray, wondering if he was the same.
“What if I wasn’t a virgin?” I tested. “Would you still want me?”