Page 136 of Dream On, Liar

“So, you have a ring.” I gathered.

“I’m getting one made,” He nodded.

“From Dev?”

“Of course.”

“So, he knew before me.”

“He actually doesn’t know. I got Sean to be the point of touch.”

“How’d you pull that off?”

“He owed me one.”

I nodded, knowing how much our family stones would mean to Raina. “I’d wish you luck, but we both know you don’t need it.”

He just grinned, knowing I was correct.

24

Maeve

CLIMBING THE FINAL STEP, of my building, I was ready to crash out. Only, when I finally turned in my flat’s direction, the person sitting across our front door had me internally groaning.

“What are you doing here, Roland?” I asked, my tone already snipped, but something in my gut already had my guard raised.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” He replied, standing up.

“And you’re stalking me? Usually people take someone blocking you as a sign that they don’t want to talk to you.”

“I need your help.” He started. “I’m short on some cash, and they made my position at the firm redundant a couple months ago. It’s why I’ve been trying to get in touch with you.”

“Roland,” I started. “Respectfully, I don’t owe you shit. I’m sorry you got made redundant but you haven’t spoken to me in months, so I don’t know where this is coming from. I’ve never given you cash before, and I’m not starting now. Now, either you go home or I call the police for you breaking into a private residence building, and stalking.”

“When did you turn into a bitch?” He muttered harshly. “You were never like this when we were together.”

“I might’ve picked it up after you left.” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Now, leave. I’ve just had a long day of travel, and I don’t have the energy left to deal with you right now.”

He shook his head then, moving past me. Dragging my suitcase closer to the front door. My body was on it’s wits end, and I was desperate for a good sleep to wipe the exhaustion off.

Reaching into my purse, I flicked my gaze back to where Roland stood, I waited for him to leave before I even made an attempt to unlock the door.

“You never told me you were rich,” He said when my eyes met his, and I tried my best not to stiffen.

“What are you talking about?”

“When we were going out,” He offered, like that explained everything. “You always complained about the costs, but you were lying, weren’t you? I saw the media profile they did on you—you’re loaded.”

I shook my head, something close to fear climbed up my throat. “I’m not.”

“Your father is a multi-millionaire Cricketer turned Coach. Your mother is a socialite who came from money, and your step-father is a Tech Billionaire.”

“How in the world does that make me loaded? I don’t take money from any of them. When we were going out, I barely talked to any of them and you know that.”

“All I’m asking for is £500.”

My eyes widened. “All you’re asking for?”