32
LEAH
It was official: Kevin Haygood was a lying snake.
And so was Hayden Lennox.
And Tallulah Berkowitz, and Haris Kohli.
They’d all lied to me.
For weeks, I’d been plagued with guilt over my illicit activities in Kevin’s—Hayden’s—apartment, but I was the one who’d been used. Toyed with by a genius worth nine figures and counting if the news stories were to be believed. The irony wasn’t lost on me—I’d always dreamed of hooking up with a really, really rich guy, and when I finally managed it, he’d turned out to be a total prick.
“How could I have been so stupid?” I groaned.
“It wasn’t only you; it was both of us.” Laken drained her glass. “I didn’t realise they were such…such assholes either. Darn it, the bottle’s empty.”
Stefano eyed us up warily from the other side of the livi
