Page 114 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad

"Glasses?" she asks, then glances down at the plastic cups in distaste.

"Surely there’s something better here?" She walks over to the shelves, opens and shuts a few, then produces glasses. The kind from which you drink water. "This will have to do."

She walks over as Isla pops the cork of the bottle. "Woo," she squeals, "that’s a happy sound."

"Har, har." I slink down into my chair, "I am never going to be happy again."

"Because you’re marrying the Rockausarus?" Karina asks.

"You mocking me?" I accept the glass from her.

"Not at all," she raises her glass, "I am here to commiserate."

Hmph, I frown as she throws back the contents of the glass.

"Not bad, but personally, I prefer vodka," she declares.

"You’re certainly drinking it like it’s vodka." I grimace.

"Old habits." She tips back her chair, fixes me with her gaze, "What the hell were you thinking anyway, proposing to him? If I’d known it would come to this, I’d never have given you the passcodes to the house."

"He wanted you to," I retort.

"Huh?"

"He set you up, coaxed you in the direction of parting with the information."

"So, he knew I’d…" She sits up straight. "Hell, I should have known he was playing me. These Seven…" She pours out another glass of champagne, then tosses it back. "I should have told you to stay clear of them."

"You’ve known them longer than us though, right?" Isla chimes in. "You and Arpad—"

Karina glares at Isla with murder in her eyes, but Isla, of course, ignores it. Or doesn’t care. Maybe she notices, but continues anyway. That girl has no filter, honestly.

"—I mean, the two of you have that love/hate thing going on, which is hot," she continues.

Karina drains her glass, fills it up again.

I reach for the bottle and top up my own and Isla’s. I mean, I want my share of this expensive shit, as well.

"Admit it. The two of you have a thing for each other." Isla chuckles. "What, with those horny looks you trade—"

"My looks are not horny," Karina’s tone grows glacial, "and I’d rather shoot myself in the head than spend any time with that asshole."

"Alphahole," I automatically correct her.

"What?" She stares at me.

"He’s trained you well, already," Isla murmurs.

"No, he hasn’t." I jump up and begin to pace. Yeah, I’m mirroring what said a-hole rock star did earlier, but whatever. I am too agitated and I need to think, to come up with a solution. "And I really need to find a way out of this."

"Why?" Karina’s voice rings out.

I stop, turn to stare at her. "What do you mean, why?"

"You took the bull by the balls—"

"It’s by the horns," Isla pipes up. Both Karina and I stare at her, and she stares down at her drink. "Never mind. Proceed," she mumbles.