Diamonds (All that Glitters #1)(33)

He pressed his lips to her shoulder. “There. It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” she murmured before kissing him.

Dinner could wait.

“BRYNA! How was your trip with Gates?” Celia asked as soon as Bryna stepped through the door.

“Great,” she said hollowly.

She dropped her Louis Vuitton luggage in the foyer.

The plane had landed only an hour ago, and already, she was feeling jet-lagged. The remainder of the trip had been a dream come true. She and Jude had spent seven full days together, and in that time, she had found that she liked him even more. She liked him so much, in fact, she felt his absence like a weight in the pit of her stomach. Leaving had been a true test of control. She was already desperate to return to her slice of paradise.

She just wanted to drive back to his apartment and stay there for as long as she could.

Unfortunately, Jude would be leaving the next morning on business, so that wasn’t a possibility. Somehow, between the time she had left Jude’s place for home to when she would leave with Gates to go to the Chateau Marmont New Year’s party, she would have to come down from the high she had been riding on cloud nine.

“I really wish you had told me that you were going to spend time with Gates,” Celia crooned. “I would have preferred you were with family for the holidays, of course, but I understand that you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend.”

“That’s great, Celia,” Bryna said dryly.

“So, what did you do? Did you two have a good time? I’m sure you’re mother missed your terribly. I know we did here, and your father as well.”

Bryna sighed dramatically. Coming down from this high was going to be easier than she had thought. “Can we talk about this later? I’m really tired. I didn’t get much sleep while I was gone.” She let the implication of her words sink in.

“Oh, uh…sure. I’m glad you’re home,” Celia said.

“Yeah.” That made one of them.

Bryna ascended the steps and crashed into her bedroom.

She slept for a couple of uninterrupted hours and only got up because she was starving. When she came downstairs to scrounge up something for dinner, Pace was in the kitchen. It was hard to believe that she had been eating incredible meals with Jude in St. Barts just this past week.

“You look tan,” Pace muttered before biting into a peanut butter sandwich.

Don’t engage. Retract claws. “Yep.”

She reached into the fridge, and she pulled out an apple and a bottle of Pellegrino. She wasn’t going to waste any more time in the kitchen if Pace intended to stick around. Eating out sounded like a better option.

“You weren’t really with Gates, were you?”

She bit into her apple and didn’t respond. She didn’t want to have this conversation. She tried to imagine herself back in the villa—lounging beside the pool, Jude swimming, the feel of his body pressing against hers as he took her in the cabana. Soon, that would be her life, and she wouldn’t have to deal with Pace anymore. She would get into LV State and spend her weekends with Jude in Los Angeles.

Her fantasies were distracting her enough that she missed whatever Pace had said.

“I don’t know what you just said, but I really don’t care.” She started toward the exit.

“I saw Gates on the Today show for Broken Road. That show is in New York City.”

“Really?” she said. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open in mock shock. “Groundbreaking. Who knew that the Today show was in New York?”

“It was snowing.”

“And?” she snapped. God, can’t he just spit out what he’s trying to say?

He eyed her curiously. He clearly thought he had her all figured out. “How did you come back from Christmas in New York with a tan?”

Bryna shrugged, nonplussed. “Ever heard of a tanning bed?”

“I have. I don’t think you use them.”

His eyes traveled down her body, and she shuddered at the attention. He made her feel so disgusting.

She snapped her fingers at him. “Would you cut that shit out?”

Obviously realizing he wasn’t getting anywhere with that line of reasoning, he changed tactics. “Where did you get that necklace?”

Her hand immediately reached for the diamond necklace at her throat. A smile spread on her face at the thought of Jude’s Christmas present. “Gates got it for me,” she lied.

“Gates has never gotten you a present before and certainly not anything with diamonds in it,” he said suspiciously.

“Whatever, Pace. Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you have to be a dick and call everything into question,” she snapped at him.

“Is that what you think?” he asked, moving forward until he was standing in front of her. “That I’m jealous of your boy toy? I’m jealous of your perfect life?”

She glared up at him. “What else could explain the slimy way you look at me? The way you try to tear apart my life? You’re jealous because you will never be anything but Valley trash. You’re an imposter in my world. You don’t have the money that you flaunt, and you’ll never have me.”

“The fact that you think I want you, Bri, just shows how much of a conceited bitch you really are. You and your world disgust me more than you could ever know. But if you think I’m flaunting now, then just wait.” He smirked down at her. “I finally get it now. Game on.” He walked through the door and then thought better of it. “Have a good New Year’s. I know I will.”