In the Arms of the Elite (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, #4)

by C.M. Stunich

A split-second later, Myron Talbot comes storming in the door, his face a mask of wild fury. “Did you sleep with her?” he asks, looking at his best friend like he’d dismember him if the answer were yes. “Did you?!” “No.” Tristan’s voice is a single, soft note, and then he just collapses, sitting down on the kitchen floor. I sit beside him and throw my arms around his neck, possessive as fuck. “Thank god,” Myron grumbles, moving over to kneel down in front of Lizzie. “You do not hide things from me. You don’t lie.” “Myron, I love him.” “So what?” Myron hisses, and I realize that while my boys might be threaded through with cruelty, this man is literally made of it. “He’s in love with Marnye. And I’m in love with you.” He cups the side of her face, but she looks away sharply and refuses to make eye contact. Myron stands up and pulls Lizzie along with him, swinging her into his arms. “You two make a perfect couple—you can match each other’s bullshit,” Creed snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. “Careful. I don’t like you. I don’t like your girlfriend either. The only people in this room I care about are Tristan, and this girl here.”