“I’ll make the time,” Quinn said dryly, shifting to get comfortable only to end up narrowing his eyes on the little brat when she reached over and yanked his pillow away before shoving it behind her head with a heartfelt sigh and-
“Brooke,” she said as though that would explain everything, and normally, it did, but right now, all it did was piss him off.
“I’m going to need full sentences,” Quinn bit out as he reached over and stole his pillow back and then, just to piss her off, he stole hers as well and shoved them behind his head.
“Is it not enough that I’m willing to settle?” Dylan demanded with a heartfelt sigh as she reached over and stole her pillow back so that she could shove it behind her head. That was followed by rolling onto her side to face him, shifting and then, murmuring, “Much better,” simply because she knew it would piss him off.
God, did she love to piss him off…
Ever since Dylan was little, she went out of her way to screw him over for her own entertainment. If she wasn’t going out of her way to piss him off, she was stealing his food. Christ, she was more of a Bradford than he was. A few times over the years, he’d wondered if she was really a Bradford and asked his father if he had something to tell him, but each time, his father’s lips would twitch, and he would murmur, “This is going to be so much fun,” with a satisfied sigh.
“Start talking,” Quinn said, reluctantly rolling onto his side so that he was facing her.
He watched as bright blue eyes that normally lit up before she fucked him over considered him as she debated where to start. He watched her open her mouth, close it, sigh, and then finally, blurt out, “We have to get married.”
“No,” Quinn murmured softly as he reached over and pushed a strand of her black hair behind her ear, unable to help but notice just how soft her hair was before he added, “we don’t.”
“We don’t have a choice. Not if we want to save B.T. Construction,” Dylan said, making him bite back a sigh.
“We don’t need to save anything. B.T. Construction is going to be fine,” Quinn said, because the last thing that he wanted to talk about right now was their parents’ asinine plan.
“It’s really not, though,” Dylan said, shaking her head as she grabbed hold of his comforter and pulled it over her shoulder.
“Even if Brooke decided to go through with the deal, B.T. Construction will be fine,” Quinn said, praying like hell that she didn’t take their parents up on their deal so that he was able to buy B.T. Construction.
Either way, he wasn’t going to worry about it. They had five years, and as far as he knew, Brooke wasn’t seeing anyone. He’d worry about it when the time came. Until then, he was going to do what he always did, work until he was too fucking exhausted to think about just how badly he’d fucked up his life, sleep, and do it all over again the next day.
He-
“She plans on having B.T. Construction build luxury condos instead,” Dylan said, making him frown.
“We’re not equipped to handle that,” Quinn said, wondering what the hell she was talking about. They didn’t have the manpower, equipment, or resources to build condos. Renovate them? Yes, but building them was out of the question.
“I told her that,” Dylan said, releasing a frustrated sigh.
“And?” Quinn asked, wondering what the hell Brooke was thinking.
“She pissed me off,” Dylan muttered with a sniffle. “Hence, why I’m here, willing to take one for the team.”
“You don’t want B.T. Construction,” Quinn reminded her, sighing heavily as he grabbed his phone off the nightstand.
“I’m trying to save it,” she pointed out.
“By pissing me off?” Quinn asked as he glanced over his shoulder and watched her close her eyes as she snuggled beneath the blankets.
“That’s just a bonus,” Dylan admitted.
“You really are a pain in the ass,” Quinn said, sighing heavily as he unlocked his phone.
“And my offer to make you the happiest man alive?” Dylan mumbled sleepily.
“I’ll have to pass,” Quinn said dryly as he scrolled through his phone until he found the number that he was looking for and-
“Your loss,” she said with a sniffle, making his lips twitch before asking, “What are you going to do?”
“Stop this before it’s too late.”
CHAPTER 5
