The Fame Game (Love and the City Book 3) by Jillian Quinn

Author:Jillian Quinn [Quinn, Jillian]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Penn Publishing
Published: 2020-08-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Nico

I stare up at the mansion as I slam the trunk of my car closed. Even though I don’t own this place, it sure as hell felt like mine while I lived here. Checking my watch, I sigh when I realize I’m running late. I told Willow I would be at her house at noon, and I’m already proving I’m unreliable.

I climb into the car and drive off the property, leaving my past behind. Holmby Hills is a quick drive from my old house in Beverly Hills. At least I don’t have to travel far. It surprised me when Willow said she lived in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Los Angeles. Junior agents make little money, even those who work for a big agency like Brenton-Lake. And until she gets me a job, we’re both screwed.

I park behind a beat-up Toyota in the driveway. Willow is waiting for me on the front steps, wearing black sunglasses that obscure most of her face. She’s dressed in jeans and a purple tank top, digging her elbows into her thighs as she watches me get out of my car.

I move toward her, and she waves, a smile stretching the corners of her mouth.

“When is the moving company coming?”

“They’re not.”

She gives me a confused look. “Then, how are you getting your stuff here?”

“I have a few boxes in my car.”

She attempts to get up from the steps, and I extend my hand to her. When her fingers slip between mine, a rush of electricity shoots up my arm. I release my grip on her, running my hand down my jeans to get rid of the strange feeling.

“What about your furniture?”

“The owner rented the house turnkey.”

“What about books or pictures?”

“I’m a minimalist,” I confess. “I only buy what I can carry. And I’m not a sentimental person.”

“What kind of minimalist lives in a Beverly Hills mansion by themselves and owns three luxury cars?”

She has me there.

“I like cars and houses. I care little for personal possessions.”

“How come?”

I consider her question for a second and tell her something few people know. “When I was ten years old, my house caught on fire. We lost everything but the clothes on our backs. It taught me a valuable lesson.”

“And what’s that?”

“Material possessions are pointless. My parents didn’t have enough money to replace my video games and comic books, and I got along fine without them.”

She gives me a mischievous look. “You read comic books?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“You look more like the captain of the football team, not the president of the chess club.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Looks can be deceiving.”

Willow pushes open the front door and invites me inside.

She leads me down a long hallway and stops in front of the second door on our right. “This is your room.”

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