58. Sleepover

Gin

I kick my foot up on the wall, staring at the high ceilings in Naomi's villa as I lay on my back. Did I forget to mention that Sinclair has friends that are just as rich as he is?

"Why date one when I can have all?" Naomi muses as Ray interrogates her. "Keeping all of this greatness to one man is unfair. Don't you think?"

Ray rolls her eyes, her fingers doing wonders with my hair as she braids it. "You don't wanna get married? Have 'em kids running around?"

Naomi makes a face, her blue eyes shinning with mirth. "Non," she says in a perfect French accent. "There's not one man or woman that can handle all of me. So, I need more than one."

"Girl," Ray mutters, yanking on my hair strands. "You are cray cray."

"You're one to talk," I say, a throaty sound jumping to my throat as her nails scrape along my scalp, soothing an itch. "You and Ethan--"

She pulls hard on my hair purposely. "Not having that conversation with you. Never said I was gonna marry him. And if you think I