Chapter 2
Ridley
I stepped inside a modern-day palace. The walls were white, but not hospital white, where we saw everything we needed to see. No. Carter Rockson’s house was shiny white, like it needed to reflect the power embedded in the huge R encrusted in gold near the front door.
The chandelier was finer than the one in the White House Tour. And the natural light shone everywhere.
My sister had just married a billionaire, but he’d been fine having a burger with family. After seeing this luxury, he probably wasn’t the sit-around-in-jeans-and-eat-a-burger type.
Carter Rockson clearly enjoyed luxury. How did a man who lived here have that muscle density? He had the build of an action hero and those lips made my own water.
I was never weak, and he’d never be mine. I was way too plain
