Page 30 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

Reid

I ’ve had my fair share of flings and one night stands over the years. None of them have ever made me want to stay for very long. But now everything is different.

I’m just waking up and realizing that Lola is already gone. It feels so strange to wake up in a girl’s bed. But this isn’t just some girl’s bed. It’s my girl’s bed.

I have a girlfriend.And I’m definitely still getting used to that word. It’s rarely been part of my vocabulary.

I never thought I’d be able to call Lola mine. And I definitely never imagined sharing her with two of my closest friends.My whole world has been turned upside down.

My thoughts drift to what Wes is going to do when he finds out. When he learns that I’m not only sleeping with his sister, but I’m sharing her with Miles and Jude. He’s going to hunt us all down and kill us. And honestly, I wouldn’t blame him.

It doesn’t change anything, though. I’m not giving her up.

I drag a hand over my face and stare at the ceiling. I feel wrecked in the best way. I just wish that Lola was still here. I’m guessing she’s downstairs making some coffee.

I pull on my jeans and a T-shirt. The scent of coffee pulls me down the stairs. When I step into the kitchen, it’s not Lola I find.

It’s Gigi.

She’s standing by the counter in a robe, sipping a cup of coffee. Her expression changes the second she sees me.

“So, what? Now that the bitch spread her legs for you, you’re just gonna drop me?”

I exhale through my nose and lean against the doorframe. “Don’t play like I led you on.”

She takes a step forward, thrusting her mug like a weapon. “Oh, come on. The flirting. The drinks. You let me wear your jersey.”

“I didn’t really let you, Gigi. You just took it.”

Her eyes flash. “You didn’t stop me.”

“Because it wasn’t worth the hassle. Did you expect me to wrestle you for it?”

Her mouth twists. I know this girl is used to getting what she wants. Well—news flash—she’s not getting it today.

“You’re really choosing her?” she snaps. “Over me? That’s rich. What does she have that I don't? She’s a fucking disaster wrapped in yoga pants.”

I don’t bother with a response. She wants a rise and I refuse to give it to her.

“You always go for damaged girls,” she says. “It gives you an excuse not to fix your own shit.”

“Don’t act like you know anything about me.”

“Oh, I know enough. You act cold, but the second someone needs you, you throw yourself at it. Must’ve felt good to play the hero, huh? Clean up her life, pretend you’re saving her from herself?”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“She’s a mess, Reid. She’s one bad week away from losing her whole damn business. I mean, the girl is a goddamn trainwreck. And you think she’s girlfriend material?”

“I think she’s more of a woman than you’ll ever be. And you’re not going to fucking talk about her like that, do you hear me?”

That shuts her up for half a second. Then she flashes a sharp-edged smile.

Her eyes narrow. “You think this thing with her is going to last? You think you’re enough?”

I grit my teeth.

“She doesn’t even know what she wants. One minute it’s you, then it’s Miles, then Jude. She’ll get tired of juggling. And you’ll be left standing there like an idiot.”

“Fuck off.”

“You know what? Maybe I should talk to Lola,” she says. “Tell her a few things. Clear the air.”

I cross my arms. “What exactly would you tell her? I never touched you and you know it.”

“What about her brother? You think Wes is gonna be cool with his little sister getting passed around by his best friends?”

My jaw tightens.

She sneers at me. “You think you’re going to come out of this with anything other than heartbreak and a wrecked friendship?”

I fold my arms. “You don’t care about my friendship with Wes.”

Her mouth curls. “No. But I care about watching you fall from your fucking pedestal.”

“You only care about being the center of attention. That’s all this is. And you’re not worthy of anyone’s attention.”

Her smile fades.

Her eyes narrow, and for a second, I think she might throw her coffee at me. Instead, she scoffs and walks past me.

I listen to her footsteps retreat down the hall, then the sharp slam of her bedroom door. I grip the counter and let my head drop forward.

She won’t be the last person to throw shit at us. She’s just the first.

I don’t care what Gigi thinks. But I am worried that Lola may have heard our conversation.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Lola rounds the corner in leggings and a tank. Her hair is pulled into a messy knot and her face is still soft with sleep. She pauses when she sees me, then her eyes flick toward the hallway Gigi disappeared down.

“Was that what I think it was?”

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I put my hand around her waist and pull her in. She smiles up at me as I lean down and press a slow kiss to her mouth.

“Nothing important,” I say. “Just clearing a few things up.”

Her brows rise. “Sounded like more than nothing.”

I tip her chin up with my fingers and trace a path to the warm curve of her neck.

I can’t help myself. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her again.

“She tried to rope my goat,” I tell her. “Didn’t work though.”

Her eyes search mine for something. I don’t know if she finds it, but she doesn’t pull away when I lean in.

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and I kiss her again, harder this time. I want her to feel every ounce of what she does to me. God, I can’t get enough of this girl.

When I pull back, her cheeks are flushed.

“Do you mind if I tag along to the studio today?” I ask. “I could make a few social posts, try to bring in some clients.”

She tilts her head, eyes narrowing. “You want to hang out at the studio?”

“I want to be where you are.”

She blinks.”Who are you and what did you do with Reid Morgan?”

I laugh. “I can get a couple good shots—spotlight you and the space, keep the momentum going.”

She hesitates.

“I won’t get in your way,” I promise. “You do your thing. I’ll just be around.”

“Okay. But you have to actually work. No pulling your usual shit and stirring up trouble or riling me up.”

“No promises.” I smirk and roughly grab her around the waist, threatening to pick her up. She squeals and pretends to push me away.

Poor Gigi never stood a chance. I already made my choice long ago.

And it’s Lola. Every damn time.