ChapterOne
Raven
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“I can’t believe that asshole,” Sierra says as she storms into my office. I drop my pencil to my desk and reluctantly drag my eyes away from the evening gown I’m designing.
After a couple of tough weeks, I woke up this morning with my creative block completely gone. I knew exactly what to design for my upcoming fashion line, but with my best friend here, there’s no way I’m going to get this dress out of my mind and onto paper.
“Morning, babe,” I tell Sierra, suppressing a smile. There’s only one person she gets this riled up over, and I have no doubt whatever story she’s about to tell me is going to bewild.
“Xavier Kingston stole my concept and presented it as his own. He won the project I spentmonthspreparing for —with my ideas!”
I lean back in my seat and let my gaze roam over Sierra’s disheveled, long, wavy brown hair. My bestie always looks impeccable, but not today. Looks like Xavier really got to her this time.
“Weren’t you the one who sabotaged him last time? You punctured his tires so he’d be late to the meeting when you knew that tardiness was the one thing the client wouldn’t tolerate.”
Sierra smirks wickedly, her green eyes lit up with delight at the memory. “If not for that, his company might actually have gotten that resort deal. That was a multi-million dollar deal. Honestly, I’m kind of disappointed it was so easy to mess with him. Usually he’s smarter than that.”
I shake my head and lean in, giving her my full attention. She won’t leave until she’s had enough time to complain about Xavier Kingston, her biggest rival. King Enterprises and Windsor Real Estate have been business rivals for as long as I can remember, but Xavier and Sierra definitely took it to the next level.
“So shouldn’t you have expected him to retaliate?”
Sierra glares at me as though I’ve betrayed her, but she knows I’m right. Honestly, even though they keep sabotaging each other, they both pretty much end up with an equal half of the opportunities that come their way, dominating the real estate industry together.
“I want revenge,” she snaps. “Thatbastard. I can’t believe him. Youhave tohelp me, Raven.”
I pick my pencil back up and shake my head. “Nope. Not going there.” I’m not crazy enough to offend a psychotic billionaire like Xavier Kingston. Sierra is the only woman alive who continuously gets away with that, and I doubt she even realizes that the only reason that happens is because heletsher.
My phone buzzes and I reach for it absentmindedly, freezing when I read the caller ID.Ares. My heart tightens as I stare at my phone, watching it ring.
“Raven?” Sierra says, her voice soft, concerned.
I look up, snapping out of my daze, and force a smile onto my face. How long have I been zoning out for? “It’s your brother,” I tell her, before accepting the call.
“Hi, Ares,” I say, my calm tone in contrast with the beating of my heart.
He chuckles, and a sharp sense of longing rushes through me. “Raven, I’m surprised you even picked up. You’re so hard to reach these days. You’re even busier than I am.”
I lean back in my seat and smile. It’s been a while since I last heard him say my name. “What’s up?” I ask, knowing that whatever it is he’s calling for is bound to hurt me. Ares is a habit I can’t kick. He’s a shameful addiction, an illicit secret.
“Want to go shopping with me? I need to buy a present for Hannah’s birthday, and who better to ask for help than you?”
I should say no. Thelastthing I want to do is accompany Ares to buy a present for my sister. I can’t stand hearing him talk about her, seeing the love and devotion in his eyes. But I’d rather see him gushing over her than not see him at all.
“Sure,” I tell him, against better judgement.
Sierra looks at me through narrowed eyes as I end the call. “What did he want?” she snaps.
I smile tightly, knowing she won’t be happy. “He needs a birthday present for Hannah.”
Sierra locks her jaw and looks away. “Don’t go,” she says, her voice soft. “Just don’t go, Rave. He can figure out what to buy her himself. Why does he needyourhelp?”
“It’s fine,” I tell her, even though I’m not sure it is. It’s been years, and I still can’t deny him anything.
“It isn’t,” Sierra says. “I love my brother, but I love you just as much. You need to stop giving him such easy access to you when each and every time you see Ares, you’re left heartbroken.”
I shake my head in denial. “I’m not, Sierra. Ares and I are just friends. We always have been. You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”