Dirty Secrets by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online

last word. His mouth worked as if there was something else he wanted to say, but whatever it was, he held it back.
     
    Zoey pressed forward with the question she’d put together after reading everything she could find online and in print, the question that, as far as she could tell, no one had ever asked point blank. “There’s been some discussion about the wording of the will, and the fact that it merely specifies the children of Philip Blankenship, instead of specifically naming you and your sister. Do you believe that there are other children of Philip Blankenship who may have a claim on your family fortune?”
     
    Alex’s skin was too dark for the heat of his anger to show in his cheeks, but his eyes made up for it by snapping like they’d been connected to a live wire. A muscle in his jaw twitched twice. She wished she could take the question back, and she wished she could launch herself at him, tell him that she’d been wrong, she was soaking wet and her clit was still twitching with electric need, and wouldn’t he please take that ache away for her.
     
    “We’re done here,” he said.
     
    “One final question, Mr. Blankenship?”
     
    “I’d like you to leave.”
     
    “Anyone special in your life right now?”
     
    The anger in his eyes sparked and died, and the misery that was left behind killed her sick joy at twisting the knife. Alex’s eyes fixed on her as she leaned down for her bag, dropped her tablet in, and then turned to go.

 
    CHAPTER
     
    Zoey kicked herself all the way back to her studio. She ’d never behaved that unprofessionally in her life, never. Blowing the man, fucking him on his desk, then turning away, and letting the lust get to her brain and alienate a source. Seriously? It was the kind of trick that one of the girls she’d gone to high school would have pulled to “punish” some guy for not behaving in the way she thought was best. The look on Alex’s face as she’d pulled up her skirt was awful. The anger in his eyes after she’d been so rude about his father left her feeling ashamed.
     
    It wasn’t just that he was a source. That was bad enough, but he’d genuinely left her feeling cared about. Noticed. And that was more than she felt, most nights in her crappy little apartment.
     
    She’d grown up in Ladel, just outside of Covington. Everyone there mostly considered themselves part of Covington, unless someone from Covington implied such a thing, in which case, they were absolutely part of Ladel. Or if someone pronounced the town name as LAY-dle, like the kitchen spoon. You knew to say LAH-del, or you would be mocked forever. The house she’d grown up in had been perfectly nice. New, a bedroom each for herself and her sister, an office for her mother, a kitchen big enough for Daddy to cook when he got excited about some new recipe. But compared to the older homes, with their wrap around porches and their sprawling gardens, or the plantation house that marked where Ladel ended and Covington began? Nothing to talk about.
     
    Mama had always been pleased with what they had, and Daddy kept his envy subtle. It was only when something around the house broke that it came up. Toys that couldn’t be replaced right away, if at all. The stress when the house needed a new roof, and she took peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to school for a month. But even then, she’d been very well aware that she was better off than plenty of kids in the county. She wasn’t what the wealthier girls called trash. Sometimes that meant that she was hated by kids on both ends of the spectrum, but more often than not, it meant that she could be invisible, blending in as much as possible and just trying not to make too many waves. Of course, that talent had faded with time.
     
    She changed out of her ridiculous outfit, put her jeans and T-shirt back on, and after a minute, pulled up Helen’s contact information on her phone. Helen answered on the first ring.
     
    “Tell me