Miles Hemingway glanced around the Everest mansion, taking in the opulence and extravagance around every corner. Daniel Everest loved to show off his money, that was abundantly clear. And sad. No wonder the man needed to make alliances within the tribes to further his goals. He needed the money to keep up his appearances. Heaven help him if he came across weak or lacking. Average. The fact that he was willing to sell his own daughter to the highest bidder suited Miles' whims and fantasies, however; fantasies he jerked off to since high school envisioning Lainie in her cheerleading outfit. This deal with Daniel Everest was the culmination of many lonely nights hoping to finally have a few moments alone with Lainie—willing or not. Now, he would have a lifetime.
“Lars, Miles," Daniel Everest
