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I hated them, hated what they did to me, but I still wanted all their attention on me.
I’m as fucked up as them, I thought dejectedly, wishing I could walk away and leave them to flirt with the sales assistant.
Shirking Caleb’s arm off, I strode toward the section displaying long gowns. The dresses were beautiful but before selecting a dress, I decided to check the price tag on one of them.
Before I could see the tag, a hand closed over mine.
“You’ve got our dad’s platinum card,” said Noah, his gaze boring into mine. “Why do you still care what anything costs?”
“Maybe she’s looking to pick up the priciest one,” said Caleb.
“Why don’t you sit over there,” said Corey, gesturing toward a plush ottoman. “We’ll pick the dresses and you can try them on.”
“I don’t get a choice?”
The three young men chuckled darkly.
“When have we ever given you a choice, Milla?” Noah asked, the look in his steel-gray eyes intensifying.
My heart pounded in my chest, remembering every depraved, sinful situation they’d forced me into. Feeling cornered, I sat down on a plush chair and watched them spread across the vast shop floor.
Three pretty sales assistants immediately joined them.
“Which one’s your boyfriend?” asked the woman who’d first welcomed us. She offered me an elegant flute of a pale gold, bubbling beverage.
“They’re my brothers,” I muttered, taking the drink.
Her face lit up at once. “How old are the twins?”
“Around my age, I guess?”
“Oh,” she said with a disappointed huff. “I can’t believe they’re still in high school.”
“I’m not in high sch—”
The assistant walked away before I could tell her I was a college senior. I sipped the drink which turned out to be a fizzy fruit wine.
After a while, I made sure Noah, Corey, and Caleb weren’t paying me any attention and got up to check the price tag on a simple skater dress.
$1299!
The tag slid away from my fingers. If a simple dress could cost that much, I could only imagine how much a gown would cost.
Going back to my seat, I spied on Corey and Caleb.
They now had four women accompanying them, all carrying heaps of clothes, shoes, bags, and small baskets of perfumes and makeup.
“Milla.” Noah’s voice made me turn around.
I glanced at a red dress in his hand and then, up at his handsome face.
“Try this dress on,” he said, handing it to me.
I held the hanger high, staring at the long, sleek gown of red satin.
“It shows too much skin,” I said, noting a large amount of fabric missing from both the back and the front.
“So?”
