AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Right. I forgot. Mr. I hate the system and everything about it.”
I chuckle darkly. “You’re learning well. I’m glad you’re finally catching on.” She fixes me with a bored look that I would love towipe off her face. “Credit cards will only lead to more debt. Why buy something if you can’t afford it?”
“Credit cards help some, and for others they can be damaging, yes,” Hannah concedes. “You have to know how to use them correctly. Knowing my sister, I don’t think she did.”
“Why didn’t Melissa go to college?”
“She did,” Hannah says. “She just flunked out a year in and after three tutors and a lot of special favors, Mom gave up on it.”
“Doesn’t seem like your mother. To give up on something.”
The last two years have proven that.
“What was she going for?”
Hannah snickers, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand. “I shouldn’t laugh. She was trying to get a degree in pop culture.”
“Like a paparazzi?”
“I don’t know,” she shakes her head. “Something like that. Can you imagine Missy, though, trying to chase down a celebrity in Beverly Hills?”
I actually chuckle at the image of a deranged, naked Melissa running wild through the streets of Hollywood with a camera instead of a knife.
It’s the little things in life.
“I’m not sure your sister would have stuck with any job, much less college. Everything she did or said was a façade. Fake.”
“Not everything,” Hannah chides and I cock a brow. “Her boobs were real. That counts, doesn’t it?”
“And are yours?”
She nearly chokes on her drink.
“That isnota question you should be asking.” She’s flustered. “But if youmustknow. Yes. They are, but I don’t think it should matter. Breast implants can be a good thing.”
“They can also kill you.”
“So can butter,” she argues. “You’re being vulgar.”
“You’re blushing.”
She rolls her eyes, but the burn on her cheeks remains. She opens her mouth, but the sound of Melissa’s phone chiming from the other side of the room causes her to jump.
She’s awfully fucking jumpy now. Particularly when a phone rings. I thought it was just because her sister was missing, but now . . . I’m wondering if there’s more to the story.
She gets up quietly and pads over to the phone on the counter. I try not to think about the red polish shining on her toes or the tan on her smooth, bare legs, but I’m also not blind, either. So, I find myself wondering what those same legs looked like wrapped around my waist earlier.
“Okay, it’s on,” Hannah murmurs, letting out a shaky breath as she takes her seat.
“Okay. You just going to stare at it?”
It sits on the table in front of her, her eyes locked on it as text messages and notifications pour through.
“I . . .” she starts, but it falls flat. Instantly, she grabs the phone and attempts to unlock it.
Wrong.
“Shit.”
