Infatuation:A Rebel Stepbrother Romance(28)By: Phoenyx Slaughter
He sweeps his gaze over the breathtaking property. “I already had these things in the works. I was trying to sever ties as much as possible. I don’t ever want you to think you’re the cause of the rift between my father and me.”
His attention is drawn to his hands. “I would have done it slowly and quietly, but not after what he did to you. He needed to pay.”
“No. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was always a tough-love sort of disciplinarian. But I never thought he’d do something so extrene . . . hurt you.”
“It’s done. It’s over. We’re free.”
He hooks his fingers into one of my belt loops and tugs me close. “You’re mine now. No one tears us apart ever again, Ella,” he says, his voice rough and husky as he stands there staring down at me.
“Never again,” I agree.
“You’re sure you’re not mad at me for stealing your idea?” I tease Summer.
Her laughter floats through the phone, loud and clear. “Of course not, Ella. Even if I did, it’s too late to do anything about it now.”
I’m on my way to pick Summer up, so we can drive to the Shore together. I didn’t steal all of her ideas. Summer’s bridesmaid dress is pink and white. She eases down the front steps carefully when I pull up, and I rush to help her the rest of the way.
“I’m fine. Knock it off,” she grumbles while brushing my hands away. “Grab my suitcase.”
I toss the suitcase in the trunk and hide my laughter as she waddles to my car. “I heard that,” she snarls at me, then laughs.
“You’re not going to drop that kid this weekend, are you?” I ask when she’s finally buckled in the front seat.
She pats her stomach affectionately. “I’ve got two more months to go, you bitch.”
I laugh it off since I know how cranky Summer’s been this last trimester.
“I can’t believe Flynn bought you a beach house as a wedding present,” she gushes once we’re on the highway.
This I’m happy to talk about. “It’s gorgeous, Summer. The couple he bought it from plans to stay to oversee things for now. Eventually, I think Flynn wants us to move there permanently and run it ourselves.”
“Oh my God. I cannot picture you two doing that. But hey, you never know.”
After the beating Flynn dished out, his father went berserk. He trashed Flynn in the media and tried every dirty trick he could think of to destroy Flynn’s company. We sat back and watched it unfold without responding.
Without a response from us, the gossip got old. People labeled Flynn’s father crazy and went on about their business.
The winery has been a success. A moderate success. Nowhere near the billions his father rakes in. But it belongs to Flynn with no strings. The hotel he worked so hard to redevelop has also been a success.
Control of his trust fund already went to him when he turned twenty-one, and that’s where he took the money from to buy our beach house.
“We never heard from Lena,” I say. “We sent her an invitation.” I’d wanted to try to repair things with my former friend. Maybe inviting her to our wedding was the wrong way to go about it.
Summer sighs like she does when she’s preparing to say something unpleasant. “Don’t expect any wedding gifts in the mail either. She’s pissed at all of us.”
“She thinks I set you two up at my wedding, and that you only invited her to your wedding to rub her nose in it.”
“That’s awful. I’d never do that.”
“I know. I tried to explain it, but . . . ” She raises her hands palm up and shrugs. “Don’t let it spoil your wedding.”