The Perfect Con (A Bad Boy Romance Novel) (Bad Boy Confessions Book 1) by Alexa Wilder, Raleigh Blake Page B
Authors: Alexa Wilder, Raleigh Blake
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about offending anyone ever, and that was refreshing. But her dark smile had never been turned on me. Not that I knew of.
“I just find it entertaining when people get all tangled up like this,” she said warmly. “You know, most of the time, they’re all just kind of marching around like little ants, going to their jobs and then their houses and back again, bumping into each other, saying excuse me, getting set up with the sisters of old college roommates, getting married, having two kids, blah, blah, blah and it is. So. Boring.” She grinned. “But every now and then, someone will really fuck it all up.”
“Which one of us fucked up, me or him?” I asked. Please let it be him.
“Oh, you,” Madeline answered with an easy shrug, returning to her other toes. “What’s-his-face told me at that stupid bar with the foam and the lasers.” Maddy had done too many drugs to easily recall proper nouns.
“Gabe, at the Rainbow Disco?” I shrilled.
“That’s the one,” she muttered, no longer seeming very focused on the conversation. “He told me that the Battistas and the Castillos are opposing forces in South Florida. You know, like, hm, Coke and Pepsi. Or, mm, The Simpsons and Family Guy. The Backstreet Boys and ‘N Sync.”
I scoffed and tossed my hair, turning. This wasn’t worth my time. “I can’t believe you,” I muttered, trudging toward the stairs again, not letting her get under my skin. I bulged my eyes and shook my head. “Whatever.”
“I know, right? ‘N Sync was so much better than The Backstreet Boys. Can you believe how well Justin Timberlake is doing? And here I really thought I was going to marry that sexy bastard. He’s seen me topless, you know.”
“No, Maddy, I MEAN, I can’t believe you’re telling me this shit, trying to throw me off my game,” I snapped, whirling. “You know, I always thought your bitchy side was hilarious? But I never had to see it face-to-face. It’s actually pretty ugly.”
“Is not!” Madeline said. “I’m being totally legit, Sofi, and you’re just butt hurt because I’m offending your million and fifth boyfriend! Think about it!” She plunged the brush back into its bottle and closed it with one tight flick of the wrist, twisting on the sofa and standing with her ankle cocked and her wet toes flared out. “Maybe it’s not realistic to just assume that two families fighting in the same business world would be all Capulet and Montague, but it’s also not entirely innocent to approach one of the members of that family and poach her. All I’m saying, Sofi, is that something is up.”
I swallowed. “Maybe you’re jealous,” I suggested. “Because I’m excited about my life and you’re just doing the same things you’ve always done.”
Madeline crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted at me. “My life is awesome,” she sniffed.
“I know you want Leo,” I told her. It was a guess, but a well-educated one. Madeline was the spoiled and self-centered daughter of busy billionaires. She expected everything she wanted to be delivered to her on a satin pillow, and she was wholly numb on the inside, after being bounced from one nanny’s lap to another until she was old enough to send away to boarding school. It wasn’t just Leo she wanted. It was anyone and anything that seemed to be making someone else happy, something that she could never be.
Madeline shrugged with one bony shoulder. “I was super high last night,” she said. “I was feeling bold, but whatever, I did not actually care if he wanted to get weird or not, just fyi.”
“I knew it,” I said, turning from her. “Knew it.”
“Whatever, Sofi! Sex doesn’t matter! It’s JUST SEX,” she called after me as I pounded up the stairwell. “Would I have partied with Leo? Um, hell yes! But you’re not just partying, Sofi, and that’s something totally different. It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you since we met those two bozos. Something is not right,
“I just find it entertaining when people get all tangled up like this,” she said warmly. “You know, most of the time, they’re all just kind of marching around like little ants, going to their jobs and then their houses and back again, bumping into each other, saying excuse me, getting set up with the sisters of old college roommates, getting married, having two kids, blah, blah, blah and it is. So. Boring.” She grinned. “But every now and then, someone will really fuck it all up.”
“Which one of us fucked up, me or him?” I asked. Please let it be him.
“Oh, you,” Madeline answered with an easy shrug, returning to her other toes. “What’s-his-face told me at that stupid bar with the foam and the lasers.” Maddy had done too many drugs to easily recall proper nouns.
“Gabe, at the Rainbow Disco?” I shrilled.
“That’s the one,” she muttered, no longer seeming very focused on the conversation. “He told me that the Battistas and the Castillos are opposing forces in South Florida. You know, like, hm, Coke and Pepsi. Or, mm, The Simpsons and Family Guy. The Backstreet Boys and ‘N Sync.”
I scoffed and tossed my hair, turning. This wasn’t worth my time. “I can’t believe you,” I muttered, trudging toward the stairs again, not letting her get under my skin. I bulged my eyes and shook my head. “Whatever.”
“I know, right? ‘N Sync was so much better than The Backstreet Boys. Can you believe how well Justin Timberlake is doing? And here I really thought I was going to marry that sexy bastard. He’s seen me topless, you know.”
“No, Maddy, I MEAN, I can’t believe you’re telling me this shit, trying to throw me off my game,” I snapped, whirling. “You know, I always thought your bitchy side was hilarious? But I never had to see it face-to-face. It’s actually pretty ugly.”
“Is not!” Madeline said. “I’m being totally legit, Sofi, and you’re just butt hurt because I’m offending your million and fifth boyfriend! Think about it!” She plunged the brush back into its bottle and closed it with one tight flick of the wrist, twisting on the sofa and standing with her ankle cocked and her wet toes flared out. “Maybe it’s not realistic to just assume that two families fighting in the same business world would be all Capulet and Montague, but it’s also not entirely innocent to approach one of the members of that family and poach her. All I’m saying, Sofi, is that something is up.”
I swallowed. “Maybe you’re jealous,” I suggested. “Because I’m excited about my life and you’re just doing the same things you’ve always done.”
Madeline crossed her arms in front of her chest and pouted at me. “My life is awesome,” she sniffed.
“I know you want Leo,” I told her. It was a guess, but a well-educated one. Madeline was the spoiled and self-centered daughter of busy billionaires. She expected everything she wanted to be delivered to her on a satin pillow, and she was wholly numb on the inside, after being bounced from one nanny’s lap to another until she was old enough to send away to boarding school. It wasn’t just Leo she wanted. It was anyone and anything that seemed to be making someone else happy, something that she could never be.
Madeline shrugged with one bony shoulder. “I was super high last night,” she said. “I was feeling bold, but whatever, I did not actually care if he wanted to get weird or not, just fyi.”
“I knew it,” I said, turning from her. “Knew it.”
“Whatever, Sofi! Sex doesn’t matter! It’s JUST SEX,” she called after me as I pounded up the stairwell. “Would I have partied with Leo? Um, hell yes! But you’re not just partying, Sofi, and that’s something totally different. It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you since we met those two bozos. Something is not right,
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