know as much as I do that he will shut all of your shit down and take you back to Malibu with him,” His eyes went wide at my threat. The last thing he wanted was to go back home with dad.
“I was a little upset that you stooped to Jackson. Though I have got to hand it to you, sis. I’m impressed. Apparently, deception runs in the family,” he smirked before turning around, heading into the shop.
I felt my heart drop a thousand feet below ground. I swallowed the sudden lump of reality in my throat. He was right. I tried to keep the troubled look off of my face as I walked in behind Chase. Vice was leaning up against the reception desk, his arms crossed waiting for us to finish talking. He didn’t look at Chase not once. His eyes stayed fixed on me. I stared him in the eyes trying to decipher which I saw more of… confusion, or hurt? Today, I have officially died twice.
“Pay Vice, Chase,” I demanded quickly. “There is nothing to say, pay him. Now,”
Vice looked incredibly confused at mine and Chases interaction. “How exactly do you two know each other?” he pointed between the both of us.
“Here,” Chase took his wallet out, giving Vice what looked like a thousand dollars. My threat proved to be successful. I have to say that I was thankful Chase ignored Vice’s questioning our relationship. I couldn’t handle dying three times in one day.
“See you on Saturday, Vice,” Chase put his sunglasses on and rushed out the door to his red Ferrari. I heard him start the engine and peel out of the parking lot.
“Let’s go, Vice,” I grabbed my purse and went to grab his hand. He pulled away from me.
“What the hell was that, Harlow?” he asked sullenly, searching my eyes for an answer.
“I told him to give you the money he owes you,” I am trying to skate through this by not necessarily telling lie after lie. At least I could try to tell him most of the truth, just not all of it.
“I got that part, apparently. But, I feel like there is a huge piece of this missing,” his eyes were sad.
“Look,” Ah, don’t make me lie. “I threatened to expose him for the dirty rotten things that he does to people.”
“You what!?” he exasperated a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “Why would you do that, Harlow?”
“He is a horrible person, Vice. I hate seeing him hurt people,” I said truthfully. Especially seeing him hurt Vice. My Vice.
“Why is it that what he does bothers you? I mean yes, he bothers me, too. Yes, he hounds me, and yes, I truly hate the guy. But to be honest, I really could care less what he does to me or anyone else for that matter as long as he stays away from the people that I truly care about, and that is only three people in my life at the moment. You, my mother, and Skip. That’s not very many people, Harlow. You threatening him was not a good idea. The more he tries to get to me and I refuse, the more drive he will have to take what means the most to me away. That is how those kinds of people work,” he pursed his lips. “So, I want to know, how you know so much about this guy enough to threaten him? Moment of truth, how do you know Chase Miller?”
I fidgeted with my purse straps as I tried to come up with the closest thing to the truth that I could. “It’s my best friend’s brother,” I internally gasped at my answer. Okay, so we are a little bit closer to the truth. After all, we should be our own best friend, right?
“Did you ever date him?” he closed his eyes for a moment before staring into my eyes again. “Because truthfully, I couldn’t take it if I knew you slept with him. Please, tell me that you didn’t, Harlow,”
I took a few steps closer to Vice. I touched his cheek with my fingertips and was thankful that he didn't back away from me. “No, Vice. I have never dated Chase Miller, nor have I had any type of sexual contact with him. I promise,” I mentally gagged.
The ride back to Vice’s apartment bothered me, he was too
“I was a little upset that you stooped to Jackson. Though I have got to hand it to you, sis. I’m impressed. Apparently, deception runs in the family,” he smirked before turning around, heading into the shop.
I felt my heart drop a thousand feet below ground. I swallowed the sudden lump of reality in my throat. He was right. I tried to keep the troubled look off of my face as I walked in behind Chase. Vice was leaning up against the reception desk, his arms crossed waiting for us to finish talking. He didn’t look at Chase not once. His eyes stayed fixed on me. I stared him in the eyes trying to decipher which I saw more of… confusion, or hurt? Today, I have officially died twice.
“Pay Vice, Chase,” I demanded quickly. “There is nothing to say, pay him. Now,”
Vice looked incredibly confused at mine and Chases interaction. “How exactly do you two know each other?” he pointed between the both of us.
“Here,” Chase took his wallet out, giving Vice what looked like a thousand dollars. My threat proved to be successful. I have to say that I was thankful Chase ignored Vice’s questioning our relationship. I couldn’t handle dying three times in one day.
“See you on Saturday, Vice,” Chase put his sunglasses on and rushed out the door to his red Ferrari. I heard him start the engine and peel out of the parking lot.
“Let’s go, Vice,” I grabbed my purse and went to grab his hand. He pulled away from me.
“What the hell was that, Harlow?” he asked sullenly, searching my eyes for an answer.
“I told him to give you the money he owes you,” I am trying to skate through this by not necessarily telling lie after lie. At least I could try to tell him most of the truth, just not all of it.
“I got that part, apparently. But, I feel like there is a huge piece of this missing,” his eyes were sad.
“Look,” Ah, don’t make me lie. “I threatened to expose him for the dirty rotten things that he does to people.”
“You what!?” he exasperated a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his hair. “Why would you do that, Harlow?”
“He is a horrible person, Vice. I hate seeing him hurt people,” I said truthfully. Especially seeing him hurt Vice. My Vice.
“Why is it that what he does bothers you? I mean yes, he bothers me, too. Yes, he hounds me, and yes, I truly hate the guy. But to be honest, I really could care less what he does to me or anyone else for that matter as long as he stays away from the people that I truly care about, and that is only three people in my life at the moment. You, my mother, and Skip. That’s not very many people, Harlow. You threatening him was not a good idea. The more he tries to get to me and I refuse, the more drive he will have to take what means the most to me away. That is how those kinds of people work,” he pursed his lips. “So, I want to know, how you know so much about this guy enough to threaten him? Moment of truth, how do you know Chase Miller?”
I fidgeted with my purse straps as I tried to come up with the closest thing to the truth that I could. “It’s my best friend’s brother,” I internally gasped at my answer. Okay, so we are a little bit closer to the truth. After all, we should be our own best friend, right?
“Did you ever date him?” he closed his eyes for a moment before staring into my eyes again. “Because truthfully, I couldn’t take it if I knew you slept with him. Please, tell me that you didn’t, Harlow,”
I took a few steps closer to Vice. I touched his cheek with my fingertips and was thankful that he didn't back away from me. “No, Vice. I have never dated Chase Miller, nor have I had any type of sexual contact with him. I promise,” I mentally gagged.
The ride back to Vice’s apartment bothered me, he was too
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