Old Money Roulette: Complete Trilogy by Bennett Natalie

Author:Bennett, Natalie [Bennett, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: BB Books
Published: 2019-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Addiction.

An impulse that, once indulged, is impossible to pacify.

Mateo motherfucking Remmington was the epitome of an addiction—mine specifically.

I was a self-professed addict always looking for my next hit.

I woke alone, my body still feeling everything we’d done a few hours before the sun rose.

There wasn’t a single second of it I regretted. Not when it felt that right.

Even knowing what this day meant.

The beginning of everything.

I refused to wallow in self pity or cry to the walls in hopes they weren’t listening. I got out of bed and took a hot shower.

Once I was done, I entered the massive thing he called a closet. It was about the same size as my old bathroom—and that was by no means small. The island in the center had cubbies full of heels I’d have to learn to walk in. Handbags lined the upper portion of one wall.

His wardrobe was full of the best fabrics sewn in all the latest fashions, and expensive shoes.

It didn’t escape my attention that every single item, down to a strand of diamond pearls I didn’t dare smudge with my touch, was color coordinated.

Bypassing a wall-to-floor length mirror, I went to find something to wear.

Dolce and Gabanna.

Gucci.

Versace.

Dior.

He’d unnecessarily replaced my entire wardrobe with enough name brand clothes to pay someone’s mortgage for a year.

I slipped on a red party dress and put some lipstick on, did my hair in a chic ponytail, and threw on some low heels. I went as far as adding a diamond necklace over the jagged heart pendant I had yet to take off.

If this was to be my life, why not enjoy the perks?

Making my way down the stairs, dead cellphone in hand, I passed Alfredo and gave him a small smile. The man hardly spoke, but was polite enough to indulge me with a nod.

The large house was silent, and my search for Mateo was uneventful. His office was my first stop, but the doors were shut tight.

The dining room was empty, as was the casual living area, which was where, eventually, he found me.

I was staring out the window when he came up and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I need a cell charger and my Prozac, neither were with my things.” I was eager to see if Peyton had figured out what was in the book, not to mention he was probably worried as hell about me, and my SSRI’s kept me balanced. Now was not the time to see how well I could cope without them.

“You’ll have both the minute we get home.” He plucked my dead cell from my hands and slipped it into his pocket.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, nipping at me.

“So do you.” I angled my neck as he suckled the sting away so he could do it again.

His hair was still damp from his shower. He was slightly dressed down, wearing a simple black button up with the sleeves rolled back, matching slacks, sans tie.

He turned me around and pressed me into the glass, sliding his hands from my hips to my chest, cupping my breasts.

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