MichaelThe house I grew up in is stunning. The helicopter lands on the rooftop helipad at the office, giving me a brief aerial view of the old mansion before setting down in a field on the expansive property. Despite the waiting Maybach, I dismiss the driver; I prefer to walk. Somewhere between mil
And now she hates me. My jaw clenches. Fuck Lilly. The traitorous thought worms into my head. I hate the way she makes me crazy. The way she has so much control over me even when she’s not in the room.“I don’t want to talk about Lilly.”We reach the formal garden that leads to the back of the house
LillyIf today is any indication, this won’t be the easiest fifty grand I’ve ever made. The car Michael picks me up in is sleek, black, and ostentatious. While I know little about cars, even I can tell this one cost more than my annual income. His driver opens the door for me, and I slide into the l
A shocked noise tears from my throat when we step onto the tarmac and I see Kings Lilly Capital emblazoned on the side of a gleaming jet.“Private? Do you fly private? This is ridiculous.”“It’s the only way to fly,” he tosses over his shoulder. “But today, we’re actually taking the Pilatus. A much
"A story? Oh, you mean for the dating thing? I suppose so." His voice carries a weary tone, triggering an unexpected wave of sympathy. Don’t pity him. He’s the one who scorched everything around him. It’s not your fault.I can’t help but contrast the person he is now with the one he used to be—unsmi
LillyThe car ride from the plane is tense. Michael broods more with every passing mile on the road that locals call the Stretch. We finally pass Montauk village, then head out toward the lighthouse and the water. We pass the right-hand turn that would lead to the Bonell house, and Michael looks awa
Amora nears. “Michael, hi. It’s so nice to see you.” Her voice is cultured and composed. Michael pulls me more tightly against him.“Amora.” Michael gives a short nod. His whole body is taut. If this is how he’s going to act all week, it’s going to be a long wedding.“Oh, Lilly. Nice to see you agai
His face is hard. “You wouldn’t understand,” he bites out, and I rear back.“Yeah, and why not?”“You’re not part of this world, Lilly. You don’t get it.” His words are harsh and I’m reeling. This is how I felt at nineteen and twenty-four, rubbing elbows with his parents’ friends who would never acc