Dirty Filthy Rich Men (Dirty Duet, #1)

by Laurelin Paige

“Leave it to Weston to be the one to bring you here,” he said quietly.

“She’s beautiful,” I said, and I felt like I wanted to cry because my want was so powerful. Because, in that moment, I wanted to be beautiful like her. Wanted to be the beautiful girl he liked to fuck.

“I don't want you to touch me like Weston,” I said, once and for all. “I don’t want Weston! I want you!” Donovan let loose the smallest hint of a smile. “I know. I was waiting for you to know too.”

Though every second I stood before him it got harder and harder to remember why I existed if not for him.

Death did that, skewed things, built nests of guilt out of twigs of misdeeds and neglect.