Four Letters (The Lust List: Devon Stone #3) by Mira Bailee Read Free Book Online Page A

details. Maybe it’ll help me figure out what to do with her.
    Lex takes a deep breath. “So while you were gossiping with your girlfriend, I grabbed her phone on my way to the bathroom. I did a couple quick searches and found a dude who could hook me up. My stash was low and if I’m going to be here a while, I need a go-to guy—or girl. I’m not sexist or anything. Anyway, Joe picked me up, and we hit it off. He had a little party at his place, so he introduced me to the local crowd, and I ended up staying the night. That’s all.”
    That’s all. “So this Joe guy’s a drug dealer. You had him come to my place to pick you up, and you stayed out all night with him—a total stranger?”
    “You know? I was going to apologize for yesterday and calling you a goody-goody and everything, but…”
    I glare at her. “Should I remind you I can have you re-arrested any moment?”
    “Uh huh. Forget it. I’ll keep my life to myself so as not to offend you and your values.”
    “It’s not like that, Lex.” Count to ten. I want to yell at her that she doesn’t know anything about me, but it won’t do me any good. “I just don’t fully…understand…why you need it.” Or why Devon needs it.
    Change the subject. I’m in a positive mood, no room for a bunch of negativity. Try to relax. It’ll be fine. We’re going to meet up with Devon. I’m going to get these two to bond—hopefully not over their addictions.
    And here are the bad thoughts again. Okay, new topic.
    We get to a red light and stop. I focus on my car.
    This thing probably needs a tune up. The tires are low on air. The brakes are a little squishy.
    “You mad now?” Lex asks, looking amused.
    “No. I’m just…driving.”
    I step on the gas, now hurrying to get to Devon. But the damn traffic and red lights are keeping me trapped with Lex and my own thoughts.
    “Dude,” Lex starts. “You really need to chill. You aren’t better than me.”
    “I never said I was.”
    “And I’m not some sort of loser just ‘cause I do stuff you don’t like. So you should just stop—”
    “I can’t.”
    Oh shit. Something’s wrong.
    “Can’t what? Can’t stop judging me? Can’t stop acting like—”
    “No! I can’t stop the car!” The brakes were squishy a minute ago. But now they’re…unresponsive. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “I don’t know what to do. The brakes aren’t working.”
    The light ahead of us is red. I clench the steering wheel and start hyperventilating.
    “You’re going to hit that car!” Lex shouts. She grabs the emergency brake and yanks it up.
    The car starts to skid, tires squealing against the L.A. street. But we aren’t going to stop fast enough. Either we hit the car ahead of us or…

    I turn the wheel and steer us into a ditch. The car comes to a stop with a jolt. I throw it in park, and drop my head into my hands, struggling to steady my breathing.
    “What the hell just happened?” Lex asks.
    “I—I…I don’t know. One second, it was okay. The next, they just stopped working.”
    We get out of the car and walk around to the front as though I can diagnose the problem. The bumper’s a little scratched up from the rough stop. A newer car with a warranty would make this much easier. I pull out my phone to call a tow truck and a taxi. Devon’s waiting and…
    A car pulls up behind us and parks. Both doors open, and I groan when I see who’s found us. The cameras start going off almost immediately as the two paparazzi climb out.
    “Are they serious?” Lex smirks and I’m startled by the resemblance to Devon.
    Laughter escapes me. “Yeah. They show up at the worst times.” Adrenaline pumps through me, and the last thing I want to do is deal with the media. They rush toward us, talking over each other.
    “Ms. Margot, can you tell us what happened here?”
    “Did anyone get hurt, Ms. Margot.”
    “Is Devon Stone in the car?”
    “Were you driving drunk?”
    Ignoring them both, I let them snap whatever idiotic