Page 89 of A Dark Duet

“Which part? When I spanked you in your overpriced waste of money or before?”

“Both,” I quip.

“No way. She beat you in your Zenvo? With what?” Brian asks, pointing to the Bentley. “That?”

“No, brother. She beat him with a modified R1 motorcycle. I was there. She can definitely ride,” Nick says.

“Is that your car?” I ask, knowing in the pit of my stomach that I’m not going to like how she got it.

“Yep. Unfortunately, it is.”

“I’m surprised.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because that isn’t your style. It’s flashy and overpriced,” I say with a smirk.

“So was the Porsche you bought me,” she counters.

“Is that why you left the Porsche and everything else I bought you?” Her foot taps in annoyance and I know I‘m pushing my luck right now, but I want to know who gave her the fucking Bentley.

“I never asked you to buy me those things.”

Not letting her redirect the question, I ask her again, “So, who gave you the Bentley?” Her eyes flash and her tongue slides across her lips, the tension in the air rising. All the guys are paying attention and listening intently to our exchange.

“It was a gift.”

“Who gifts a Bentley?” Charles chimes in.

She turns around and says to Charles, “Someone with a lot of money that doesn’t see it as a huge expense.”

Charlie whistles in amazement as he moves toward the cage. She turns her body back around, tilting her head to the side and I can see the profile of her perfect face.

“Sweetheart, whoever gave you that beautiful car as a gift is definitely a man and is crazy about you. Are you holding out on this old man and not telling me you have a rich boyfriend somewhere?”

My head snaps up and I rise to attention at the mention of her having a boyfriend. My hands drop from the cage, and I clench them into fists.

She giggles and she looks down at her feet, her platinum hair sliding forward. “No, Charlie. I don’t have a boyfriend. It was a gift. I’m single and unavailable, old man.” She looks up and gives him a wink.

Charles blushes when she gives him attention. “So, who’s the lucky guy?”

“You’re not going to let it go, are you, old man?”

“Nope. I need to make sure you are safe and not being taken advantage of.”

She blows out a breath. “Fine, Ethan Carter bought me the Bentley.”

“The billionaire with all the bodyguards? The one that made the cover of Forbes?” Charlie asks, surprised.

“That would be him,” she says, glancing around nervously.

My nostrils flare in anger. That motherfucker.

Jake, Kyle, and Nick exchange knowing glances. I’m guessing I will have to pay a visit to Mr. Carter to see what arrangement he has with Briana because she is definitely not going to tell me.

“You didn’t return it? You didn’t tell him it was too expensive or that you didn’t like it?” I question her. I’m jealous as fuck. I know I have no right to be, but she is driving around in an almost half-million-dollar car gifted by another man. I’m fucking livid.

“I actually like the car. He knew I would like it is what he said, and I guess he was right.”

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