Heart Broke (Hard Rock Roots Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
It's as if this whole mansion—this beautifully ostentatious swath of luxury—smells cloyingly sweet, like a bloated peach. I know it's all in my fucking head, but I can't shake the feeling off. It clings to my skin like the sweat I'm not sporting thanks to a killer HVAC unit.“This place is ridiculous,” I tell Sydney as we stand awkwardly in the kitchen, both our gazes drawn to the cameras dotting the ceiling. There's a few more in here, I'm sure, but I'd rather not go looking for them; I'd rather not know.I run my hand over the stone countertop and shake my head. I feel like an asshole complaining about all of this, but come on, how much does a person really need to be happy? A place this big, it's too much for both bands combined. I feel like a dick just sleeping here.“He couldn't just run out and buy a house in the 'burbs?” I ask as Sydney turns around and leans her elbows against the upper portion of the breakfast bar. Her breasts are on full display when she stands like that, trussed up and swollen from the white maxi dress she slipped on over her bathing suit.
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