Chapter 10

The gigantic halls of the massive mansion were even more impressive in the daytime. There were huge windows in the angled ceiling above that flooded the hall with natural light. From the looks of it, this is how most of the mansion was lit during the day. It was gorgeous. Logan really did have more money than he knew what to do with…

Bre passed a few of the house staff on the way to her room. They rushed past with a hurried energy that was quite different than what she’d seen from them the night before. It gave her the feeling that something had happened and they were scrambling to take care of it. She doubted it was anything to be worried about though. A place like this was probably prepared to handle anything.

Bre rounded the turn to her room and was surprised to find Aimee pacing back and forth in front of her door. Aimee’s long, blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail and she was wearing a simple tee and navy blue shorts. Even dressed so plainly, it was impossible for Aimee not to look beautiful. When they first met, Bre had been intimidated by how attractive Aimee was, but that was before she discovered Aimee was basically a serial monogamist. She liked to talk a big game, but she was rarely single for very long. Bre never had to worry that they were going to fight over the same guy since Aimee was always fixated on whichever guy was currently in her life. It seemed obvious to everyone else, but Aimee never seemed to realize that she actually wanted to be in a serious relationship.

People could be so oblivious.

“Aren’t you supposed to be off playing sex kitten with the rich billionaire?”

Aimee’s eyes widened and she shot Bre a mortified look.

“He has a fiancée!”

Instantly the uneasy feeling in Bre’s stomach from everything that happened with Collin vanished.

“Fucking men!” she said, shaking her head. “Come on, tell me everything that happened…”

They retreated into Bre’s room for some privacy. Bre made sure she locked the door—men around here had a knack for showing up uninvited. Aimee didn’t hesitate before launching into a crazy story about how some guy named Lucas randomly showed up at the mansion, followed immediately by some chick named Mara who was apparently Logan’s fiancée.

“What a fucking ass-hat,” Bre said, trying to empathize.

Truth be told, Bre wasn’t all that surprised. It would have been more surprising if Logan was truly single. Rich, powerful, hot men like him didn’t come without some pretty serious strings attached. That was no excuse for his behavior, but she still had a hard time not saying I knew something had to be wrong with him!

“You’re sure you heard him correctly?” Bre asked.

“Oh, trust me, Mara made it very clear. They’re definitely together. She was all over him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And that ring…”

“What a tramp!”

Aimee looked like she couldn’t agree more.

“I hope she doesn’t act like that all the time, it would get pretty sickening.”

Bre had to stifle a sigh. As usual, Aimee was clueless as to what she meant.

“I was talking about him,” Bre said. Logan was the one sleeping around, why would she think the other chick was the tramp?

Aimee cringed.

“How do I keep finding myself in these situations?”

Bre couldn’t take it anymore. If she didn’t say what was on her mind she was going to explode. Everyone needed a friend that could be straightforward and honest with them when they needed it. Hopefully Aimee could take it in the spirit it was intended.

“To be fair, you do seem to be attracted to men who can’t stick to one woman. Logan looks like the kind of guy who has women throwing themselves at him left and right.”

“He told me that there wasn’t anyone else.”

Bre’s stomach lurched. She knew what it was like to find out you were being lied to.

“Are you sure you heard him correctly?” she asked, hoping to cheer her friend up. “Maybe he was saying, other than my fiancée, there’s nobody else…”

Bre did her best impression of a deep man-voice. She was relieved when Aimee smiled, breaking some of the tension.

“He definitely said he was single. That’s not exactly one of those things I would get confused.”

“You want to get out of here?” Bre asked, not thinking that Aimee would really want to leave.

Aimee shrugged.

“I wasn’t going to at first,” she said. “I was so angry with Logan that I wanted to stick around just to piss him off. But now, I don’t know… It’s going to be pretty awkward after everything that happened.”

Bre’s stomach lurched again. She took a breath and tried to play it cool.

“We can’t leave,” Bre said.

“Why not?”

“Because… we just can’t.”

Did Aimee really need her to spell it out? Sure, Bre had just gotten freaked out and ran out on Collin, but that didn’t mean she was ready to cancel the whole weekend. She just needed a little space to breathe.

The knowing smile that spread across Aimee’s face was almost as annoying as Collin’s smile when he told her about the art gallery.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Collin, would it?” Aimee asked.

“So what if it does?” Bre said. “What’s wrong with wanting to spend more time with Collin? He’s a good time!”

After everything they’d just talked about, Aimee actually had the nerve to laugh!

“Nothing’s wrong with it. Nothing at all,” Aimee said, between fits of laughter. “Well, at least one of us is having a good time this weekend… I just really wish it was me!”

For a moment, Bre grew even more annoyed. Then it struck her just how ludicrous the whole situation was and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh of her own.

“Hey, just think about it this way… it sounds like you’ve got two guys fighting over you and not just one!”

“I don’t think that makes it any better,” Aimee said.

Bre shrugged.

“Depends on just how freaky they are… Have you ever had two guys at the same time? Trust me, it can be a lot of fun.”

Aimee’s entire face brightened in surprise.

“Well this is new information!” Aimee said. “Spill…”

“I’m a woman of varied interests and needs,” Bre said, keeping her response vague. “Two dicks can be fun, but I’d rather stick with one good one. Collin is definitely a nice little treat…”

“Remind me to never play a game of truth or dare with you.”

“You wouldn’t last one round.” Bre said, giving her a sideways grin.

Bre loved keeping her friends on their toes. Her closest friends didn’t even know half the situations she’d gotten herself into. If they did they’d never take her out to social events ever again. Especially not ritzy mega mansions that had so many dark corners for all of her dark delights.

“So you think you can stick it out another night?” Bre asked, hopeful.

At first it looked like Aimee was going to get sick just from thinking about another night in the mansion, but then she just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s just one night,” Aimee said. “Besides, the cat’s already out of the bag. It’s not like Logan can surprise me with any other skeletons popping out of his closet.”

Bre tilted her head and gave her a cautious look.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

Aimee let out another nervous laugh, but Bre remained serious. Bre just wanted to tease her friend some more, but then decided that it might be good for Aimee to remember that things can always get worse. Especially when men are involved. Rich, powerful, sexy men like Logan Atwood.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself for the next day though,” Aimee said. “There’s no way I’m going to go to the pool or anywhere else that I might bump into Mara or Lucas or Logan. Especially not Logan.”

“Collin was telling me about this art gallery in one of the wings. We should go check it out.”

“Oh, I don’t want to be a third wheel. You two should go have fun—I’ll be fine.”

Bre wrapped an arm around Aimee.

“No third wheel. Just you and me. Collin had me all night—a few times—he won’t die if we don’t see each other for an hour or two.”

Bre liked the idea of checking out the art gallery with Aimee a whole lot more than with Collin. Besides, this would give her the space she was needing. Then she’d be ready to spend more time with him and his magical tongue.

“A few times?” Aimee asked, looking surprised.

Bre bit her lip just thinking about it.

“Let me change really quick. I’ll tell you all about it on the way!”