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Everyone dreams of living inside their favorite romance movie. The perfect partner; perfect house; perfect life. It's why Angel Rivera enjoys watching them so much. But watching romance movies and living them are two very different things.
Quinn Lang has been Angel's roommate for six years. When Quinn's parents drop in for a whirlwind dinner, Angel learns Quinn is not only adopted, but wealthy beyond measure - - and expected to marry before he turns thirty to keep that wealth. In a panic, Quinn declares he's already engaged - to Angel.
Come again?!
In order to save Quinn's sanity and dignity, Angel agrees to go through with the farce, demanding half of the inheritance for his trouble. There's just one problem: Rachel. Angel and Rachel have been casually dating for three years. When Angel starts developing real feelings for Quinn, his continued feelings for Rachel throw a whole new wrench in the game. And, not everyone is as thrilled for the coming nuptials as one might expect.
Can Angel survive the oppression of the 'rich and snobbish' long enough to sort out the conflicting feelings in his heart, or will it be game over before he even gets to walk down the aisle?

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ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0B8TKZJ4R
Publisher ‏ : ‎ Chaos Publications; 1st edition (October 15, 2022)
Publication date ‏ : ‎ October 15, 2022
Language ‏ : ‎ English
Print length ‏ : ‎ 205 pages
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Excerpt One
"Promise I don’t have to go with you to the farmer’s market next weekend,” Quinn said from his room before coming out in a pair of threadbare sweats and a tee-shirt so old it looked two sizes too small for him. Angel merely blinked at him. “What?”
              “Had that shirt since junior high, have we?” Angel mocked. Quinn looked down at the shirt, then threw a glower at Angel. Angel merely laughed at Quinn’s inability to play the game of life.
              The two met in college as assigned roommates in their freshman year at George Mason University. They drifted apart after that first year, until grad school, when chance brought them together again. They’d stayed in contact, hanging out when time and social calendars allowed. They would meet up with their own circle of friends until those circles merged together, and eventually dwindled to a small handful of mutual acquaintances that got together for beer pong and darts. After graduation, adulting became
              the name of the game. Friends moved away, married, had children, or took darker paths along life’s narrow alleys that, to this day, Angel did not like thinking about. It was during those times that Quinn proposed a split on a place in Rock Creek. That was where they went, and where they stayed going on six long years now.
              Angel was roughly eighteen months older than Quinn. It stood out when they first met and continued to rule their relationship. Angel took care of Quinn because that was what older people were supposed to do in Angel’s mind. Quinn was smart, graduating high school two years early and taking a weird six-month something-or-other in Ireland that he still complained about. The man was a walking enigma, but Angel loved him all the same.
              Life just wouldn’t be the same without Quinn.

Excerpt Two
Angel looked at his phone, then chuckled as his co-worker sidled up to him with a cold beer and a brilliant smile. She had a more distinct look to her than most women in DC, with long brown hair, luscious curves and a round, cute face that drew attention to her beautiful green eyes. On any given day, she might be missed in a crowd, passed over on the Metro, even ignored while she raced through Capitol Hill. But she’d caught Angel’s eye, enough to get them talking. An incident on the Metro brought them closer together as he was the one to defend her against the jerk that thought
              to get too fresh with a nice-looking woman during the late-night runs on the train. Angel had been dozing when Rachel screeched at someone to leave her alone. The fool of a man got up off the floor three stops after Angel and Rachel departed, with a broken nose and two black eyes.
              Three years later, nothing had changed between them. He still defended her against the jerks that believed women were the lesser of the sexes, made sure she was safe at night before heading home, and met her every morning so she never had to ride the Metro alone again. They’d grown closer, trusted each other implicitly, had steady trysts with each other, and enjoyed rom- com movie marathons together. It was simple, no- strings intimacy that they could not find anywhere else.
              “And how is your house husband doing today?” Rachel smiled. Angel chuckled. If Rachel was his ‘work wife’, the running joke among their mutual friends was that Quinn was his ‘house husband’. The man worked primarily from home, but that was where the ‘house’ part of the description ended. If Angel didn’t set the reminders on Quinn’s phone himself, the man would never remember to eat, let alone do any other household type chore. Angel did most of the chores anyway, as he was very meticulous about how things should be. Quinn never cared enough to argue against how Angel did things. So long as the other man did the dishes from time to time, Angel was fine with their unique lifestyle. Quinn offered a different kind of intimacy - the kind that let you use the toilet while someone else showered.
              “Fighting with code again, sounded like. Which means he’s got something due this week, and he put it off,” Angel said, taking a drink from his beer before leaning down to give Rachel a kiss. She purred back at him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.
              “Someone’s in a mood,” she smiled.

Excerpt Three:
Dinner finally came and went. Angel watched Quinn pick at his dinner while the Langs filled the silence with conversation. They liked to talk about themselves; a lot. They listed all the places they’d been recently, the way the family business was going and the deals that were coming down the pipeline. Angel did not catch what it was, exactly, that Mr. Lang did, but it was, apparently, quite lucrative. By dessert he wanted to bash Quinn over the head with a beer bottle for putting him through this crap. The pair were rude, judgmental, and as fake as the ‘Spanish’ tile in the bathroom.
              “So, Quinn, your mother and I wanted to ask what’s going on with you two,” Mr. Lang began. “Your birthday’s coming up pretty quick, sport.”
              “Yeah, I know,” Quinn nodded, speaking in a tone that sounded defeated. Angel glanced at his roommate, then Mr. Lang. Quinn was not the most social creature on the planet, but he was never one to sound defeated unless he was trying to buy apples at the Farmer’s Market. When he suddenly reached for Angel’s hand under the table, Angel looked down before thinking, then back up again, hoping no one had noticed. He was, sadly, disappointed. Mrs. Lang looked at him like a shark that caught the scent of blood in the water. Suddenly, the ‘go with it’ started to come through whatever dinner haze Angel was floating on until that moment. “Look, guys, there’s been something I wanted to tell you for a while now…”
              Oh, he is not… Angel mentally groaned, mouth going dry and stomach churning.
              “You’re gay,” Mrs. Lang interrupted. “We know, pumpkin.”
              “Wait, what?” Angel blurted before he could catch himself. He was glad to hear the same echo in Quinn following his voice.
              “You… knew?” Quinn dared.
              “Oh, Quinn, I’ve known you were gay since middle school. Honestly, it was the only outcome. There isn’t a woman alive that would want the package you’re carrying,” Mrs. Lang chortled.
              Angel’s chest tightened and his eyes clouded with red. Quinn merely looked down at his plate of half- eaten dim sum.
              “I’m sorry, what package isn’t what women would want?” Angel dared. Quinn dug his fingernails into Angel’s hand.
              “Quinn’s never been very physically attractive, Angel. He’s always been quieter and more withdrawn than other boys,” Mrs. Lang explained, as if being shy was a crime. Angel wanted to throttle her. “Honestly, it’s a wonder he attracted you.”
              “Mom!” Quinn barked, squeezing harder on Angel’s hand to stop him from flying across the table like he wanted to. Quinn’s leg bounced so much it was a wonder the whole apartment didn’t shake. “Angel and I are engaged. Just… we haven’t said anything because we thought… I dunno… and Angel’s family…”
              “Doesn’t know yet. I haven’t decided how to tell them. There’s a lot of them and if I tell one over the other first, they’ll start a war with each other over who I like better,” Angel lied. Well, it was almost a lie. He had to tell his mother first, his Tia Lucia second, and then his sister, Leti. After that, the family gossip chain took care of itself.

Excerpt Four:
Gage Lang lay sprawled across a padded lounge chair, soaking in what little sunlight hit Seattle like a lizard beneath a heat lamp set on a timer. The entire house was buzzing with news
              after his parents return from D.C. He’d languished in the blessed silence of the monolithic house his parents lived in. Something was always happening. People came and went either for business or pleasure - sometimes both. Most of the time Gage did his best to hide away in his room, feigning
              a need to study rather than socialize. It usually worked. When it didn’t, Gage shuffled through his parents’ shenanigans, as high as a kite on cocaine to curb the temptation to impale himself on a nine iron.
              His phone buzzed on the glass table beside him. He ignored it until it buzzed four more times. Someone was being insistent. When he picked it up, he realized who that someone was and groaned.
                             From: WILLOW THE FREAK
                             |Did u hear?
                             From: WILLOW THE FREAK
                             |Don’t ignore me.
                             From: WILLOW THE FREAK
                             |Gage!
                             From: WILLOW THE FREAK
                             |GAGE!
              It was the all-caps text of his name that did it. His sister was a beast on the best of days. Bella wasn’t so bad, but Willow was like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. She lived in Beverly Hills - thank God. But with all the news bubbling around Quinn and his coming nuptials, it was just a matter of time before Willow showed up. If nothing else, she needed to be there to ‘comfort’ Racine Fier. The two were inseparable despite not living in the same state. Just based on Willow’s Instagram account, the two found ways around the distance.
              Gage did not feel the need to reply via text, tapping his bluetooth so he could call rather than force his fingers to move more than necessary. Text did not convey everything in language, anyway. It stripped away the emotive part of a language. Well, maybe not from Willow but she had a way of making everything sound like a screech.
              “What?” Gage said when his sister finally answered the phone. “Willow, I live here still, of course I’ve heard. - - Why do you care? - - Because the letter of the agreement isn’t based on the who, just the timing. - - Yes, I’ve read it. Have you? - - Will, get to the point, I’m baking and you’re ruining my buzz. - - God, why do you do this to me? - - Whatever. - - No, I will not play messenger to Racine. She has a phone. Screech at her on your own. - - I said, no, Will. Fly up here and talk to her yourself.”
              Gage ended the call after that, sighing heavily when his phone buzzed; again. He let it buzz once more before reading the new texts.
                             From: WILLOW THE FREAK
                             |DO NOT IGNORE ME! I WILL TELL MOM AND DAD! From: RACINE FIER
                             |Don’t ignore her, twat. This is important. Dinner. Tomorrow. Be there.
              “For fuck’s sake…” Gage groaned just as the clouds rolled back over the sun, as if God himself was sending a portent of things to come.

Excerpt Five:
“What’s wrong with you? Your ears are turning red.”
              Quinn curled his fingers tightly around the controller in his hands so as not to immediately throw them over his ears. “N-nothing. Tired, I guess.”
              “Since when do your ears turn red from being tired?” Angel asked, moving around to the front of the couch. Quinn stopped breathing. “I’m not even going to ask.”
              He didn’t need to. Quinn knew to what Angel was referring because it literally stood out in a very embarrassing, very awkward way.
              “Take care of it in the bathroom, dude,” Angel continued, walking back around the couch toward his room. Quinn silently wished for all clothing to fall into a black hole and never return. Angel looked good without a shirt. He just plain looked good.
              “Angel, I’m gay,” Quinn blurted, feeling the heat rise in his face even more.
              Silence.
              Quinn looked at his lap, willing the hard-on in his pants to go away while making it worse at the same time. Angel moved into a position that blocked the light from the TV, making Quinn freeze and his brain turn off. His dick was in control now.
              “Quinn,” Angel began in a tone that suggested he was either going to be furious or laugh his ass off. “Do you have a chubby in your pants because of me?”
              Quinn’s stomach sank. He wanted the lie, wanted to believe they were a real couple and that his racing heart was not just mild psychosis. Truth was, he’d never been with a guy before. He daydreamed about it, watched plenty of porn, but had been crushing on Angel since he realized he liked men and never pursued anyone else. “Quinn?”
              “What?” Quinn finally sighed, daring to look up at Angel’s stunning face. “Yes, alright, I like the way you look. Yes, I like you. I have for a while.
              But I didn’t want to make things weird, so I never said anything. No one knows. I talk to maybe five people and none of them are interested in my messed-up lack of sex life. And you’ve got Rachel so…”
              Silence.
              Quinn waited, palms growing sweaty as the silence stretched on. “Are… you going to say something?”
              “You’ve never had a steady girlfriend – or, boyfriend, as it were – because you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” Angel asked.
              “I’m trying really hard to not make this worse than it already is, Angel,” Quinn sighed.
              “Failing. Big time.” Quinn threw a glower at Angel, surprised to find a smirk on the other man’s face. Quinn’s torment amused him. “Does anyone know?”
              “No. Well, I guess they do now but, no,” Quinn grumbled, hands still desperately trying to shove his hard-on back down. It wasn’t working. Angel noticed.
              “I’m going to bed,” Angel laughed. “Lock the door to the bathroom, please. I don’t want to walk in on you.”
              Quinn just groaned and shoved his way past Angel to the bathroom. He could hear Angel chuckling, feel his heart breaking as a result, and just slid down the length of the door to fist his hair in his hands. This was exactly what he was afraid of, and exactly the kind of thing that would absolutely ruin the relationship he had with his best friend.
              It was the thing that made Quinn just want to drown himself in the toilet; the thing that had him avoiding Angel at all costs for the next few weeks.

Excerpt Six:
“So, why can’t I talk about wildlife preservation?” Angel asked, looking at a list of things to avoid as they drove through the breathtaking country.
              “My dad has a room full of stuffed heads because hunting is a man’s sport and man should always show the creatures of the earth who the apex predator is,” Quinn said, as if reciting that from memory. Angel blinked. “He’s not going to tolerate anyone trying to tell him not to shoot the last white rhino on Earth. Or that straws hurt sea turtles.”
              “But they do,” Angel argued. Quinn threw a frustrated glance at him, then turned his attention back out the window. “You’re kinda freaking me out right now with how much you’re freaking
              out. It’s not like we’re moving in with them. We’re getting fake married - in Italy, I might add - and then going home.”
              “Dammit, Angel, you know you just cursed us?” Quinn growled while marking himself with the sign of the cross, despite the fact Quinn was atheist.
              Angel just shook his head, jaw going slack when they finally drove up to the wrought-iron gate around the property. Vineyards covered every inch of the surrounding grounds. Mountains could be seen in the distance, and the ‘venue’ was actually a castle with four other smaller villas on the surrounding acreage.
              “Holy fuck…” Angel breathed. Quinn did not seem impressed.
              “Don’t let my siblings corner you alone. They’re brutal. And dear God, don’t let my dad corner you either.”
              Angel opted to stay quiet after that. He surveyed everything with a wistful smile as he exited the car. Staff came to take their belongings and escort them into the castle. A second car followed with Rachel and Leti.
              “Angel, c’mon,” Quinn said, drawing Angel’s attention. He’d stopped to admire the scenery, something he was positive no one in the Lang family - or any of their insane number of guests - had ever done. To them, it was just leaves and bricks. To Angel, it was a magical fairy tale.
              “It’s nice here,” Angel commented as he caught up.
              “I hate it here,” Quinn replied before nearly colliding with three screaming kids barreling around the limestone entryway of the castle.
              “STOP RUNNING IN THE CASTLE!”
              “Bella,” Quinn explained. “Those are her kids.”
              “Quinn!” the woman said, coming around the corner on three-inch wedge sandals and
              skin-tight leather pants like a runway model on Ru Paul’s Drag Race. Much like Mr. and Mrs. Lang had done, she hugged Quinn with all the affection of a slow-moving glacier. The act was practiced, not heartfelt. “Is this him?”
              “Who?” Quinn said. Angel cringed. “Oh! Oh, yeah! Angel, this is Bella. Bells, Angel.”
              “Well, aren’t you a catch,” Bella said, looking Angel up and down like meat. “Good job, Q.”
              Quinn visibly sagged.
              “I’ve got you guys all set up in the bridal suite. Mom’s got lunch scheduled for– GODDAMMIT, I SAID STOP RUNNING!”

Excerpt Seven:
Bella shoved a soft velvet box at Quinn. Quinnlooked at it, opened it, then frowned. “Bells, I have a ring.”
              “Oh, right, Angel proposed,” Bella corrected, snatching the box from Quinn to shove it at Angel. “We’re doing actual engagement photos. Like, the proposing ones."
              Both men stared at Bella like she’d gone mad.
              “I already proposed,” Angel hazarded.
              Quinn nodded, pointing at Angel. “What he said.”
              “Yeah, but no one saw it. So you need to do it again,” Bella explained. Quinn merely sighed, hearing Angel do the same.
              The Langs made dinner an affair to remember; again. Quinn started seeing spots from all the photos taken. He worried about Angel, worried about how the flash bulbs might affect him, but he handled it well. By the time it was all over, Quinn wanted to launch himself into the Mediterranean.
              Sadly, such things were not allowed. His mother cornered him to complain about Angel’s missing family and how that made her look followed by another ‘discussion’ with his father.
              Quinn watched everyone else slip away while he got earful after earful, shuffling back up the stairs over an hour after dinner concluded. Angel was sitting on the couch in their suite, talking to Mackenzie.
              “Hi, uncle Quinn.”
              "Oh, hey, Mackenzie. What’s up?”
              “This room is the quietest. I asked Angel if I could sit in here for a while. I’ll leave you guys alone though so mom doesn’t yell at me again,” she said, standing up with her phone and Switch in hand. “Night.”
              “Night,” Quinn said with Angel echoing him. Angel smiled, looking at Quinn, new adoration in his brown eyes. Angel loved kids.
              “She’s cute. Ten?”
              “Yeah, I think so.”
              “She’s going to give you a run for your money on those games,” Angel said, standing so he could stretch, shirt rucking up just enough to show off that amazing V dipping into his sweats. “She said she wants to be a zookeeper though so we’ll see maybe-”
     Quinn swallowed Angel’s words with an open-mouth kiss Angel was not expecting. Quinn’s hands came up to hold Angel’s face, making sure he would not         move or pull away. Angel didn’t even know how to react to it. He’d never kissed a guy like that before. In fact, the only guy he’d kissed before Quinn was one of their mutual friends on a dare that got him a hundred dollars and a free bed. This was not anything like that, nor like anything they’d been practicing. His stomach tightened painfully, and all of his muscles seized all at once. Quinn deepened the kiss, tongue seeking Angel’s while Angel’s muscles continued to spasm.
              Then, Angel melted.

Excerpt Eight:
“You ok?” Quinn whispered, taking Angel’s hand in his. Angel nodded. “I’ll let them know.”
              Quinn left his side for a moment before returning.
              “Elliott came by to look at you,” Quinn explained. “He said it was just minor. Probably from all the stuff going on. He told mom to back off for a couple days.”
              Angel snorted, grinning a little. He slept until the next morning, waking with Quinn curled up beside him. Angel did not immediately get up, just watching his ‘fiancé’ sleep. He would watch Rachel sleep in the same way sometimes. Thinking about her reminded him of the conversation they’d been having before his seizure. He didn’t want to hurt her or Quinn.
              It was a problem for another time. Angel slipped out of bed, standing beneath scalding hot water to clear his mind, relax his muscles, and recenter his soul. He reminded himself why he was putting up with Quinn’s stupid family, then remembered that he also enjoyed the night of awkward exploration with Quinn. Maybe being married to him wouldn’t be so bad. He could certainly do worse than a person he had absolute trust in.
              “Angel?”
              Angel turned toward the sound of Quinn’s voice. The other man hovered in the doorway to the bathroom, letting some of the steam out.
              “How are you feeling?”
              “Better. Needed a shower,” Angel answered, turning the water off. He stepped out with no towel, smirking when Quinn looked down at the floor and flushed. “Quinn, you’ve had my dick in your mouth. You can look.”
              “Do you really have to say it like that?” Quinn sighed. “Ass. Look, uhm… Elliott made everyone go out on the yacht today so we could have the castle mostly to ourselves. There’s a few people still around but, it’ll be quiet if you want to go back out to the stables or the springs. I think Leti and Rachel stayed behind. Or if you want to go with Ra-”
              Angel cut Quinn off with a gentle kiss, holding his chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Quinn responded by wrapping his arms around Angel’s damp back, fingers pressing into the muscle.
              “I don’t need to go with Rachel,” Angel rumbled.

Excerpt Nine:
Marjorie Lang watched her eldest son make obscene advances on yet another woman. His wife, Paige, sat with their daughter, pretending not to notice. It was a common sight to see among the elite. Marjorie had done it plenty of times. On the other side of the beautifully manicured lawn, her youngest son sat with his phone attached to his face. She’d seen him with Angel earlier, but only briefly.
              Quinn remained absent, the whole castle whispering about why the couple was not at breakfast that morning. She needed to talk to Quinn to be sure he understood how important it was to have him seen. That was when she caught sight of the devil himself. Angel Rivera. She’d done her homework on him and his family. They were nothing. Angel was nothing. He worked for an Earth First lobbying company despite telling them he worked for a small law firm. His mother worked in custodial services at a high school in Fairfax, Virginia; stepfather was a retired police officer. There were an ungodly number of siblings, step-siblings, half-siblings. There was probably a bastard somewhere in there too, if she dug deep enough. He was good looking, though, and seemed to make Quinn happy. She supposed that had to be good enough. God knew Quinn wouldn’t be able to find something better. Despite her husband’s good intentions, Racine Fier was not of good stock.
              “Oh, Angel!” Marjorie called to him, waving her hand. She had one of the passing staff refill her champagne flute and placed a smile on her face as Angel came to her with the ‘work friend’ who’d come with his sister. “You haven’t seen Quinn, have you?”
              “Everyday,” Angel quipped back. The woman with him tried to hide a smile, but Marjorie saw it. She was too fat to hide anything beneath her cheap, generic clothes. Poor dear. Marjorie merely made a noise that could have been taken as a positive noise under the right circumstances.
              “I meant recently, Angel. I need to talk to him,” she clarified.
              “He’s napping. We had a long night,” Angel replied. The audacity. She didn’t need to know the details of their unfortunate relationship.
              “I see. Well, sit, you and I can discuss it then.
              "Is this your work friend? I don’t think we’ve met.”
              “Yeah, this is Rachel Givens. Rachel,
              Marjorie Lang - Quinn’s mom,” he said with all the delicacy of a rhino in a China shop. So uncultured. Quinn could do so much better. She had half a mind to speak with Cameron D’Croix - her son was gay.

Excerpt Ten:
Two hours later, Quinn and Angel were bombarded with requests to smile, to hug, to kiss, to hold hands, pose beside a cake that looked like it was encircled by diamonds, and make stupid faces to appease the people at the rehearsal dinner. Pictures immediately went up onto social media with tags for the wedding, and toasts were made for a happy future in wedded bliss. Quinn didn’t even realize the wedding was happening the following day until he looked at a calendar. They just needed to make it through one more day.
              The DJ played a raucous playlist, a mix of typical wedding songs and things that had Willow practically stripping. Their parents tried to get her to calm down or get Gage off his phone, while Bella hollered at her children and Elliott pretended to listen to his wife while checking out another woman, all with their daughter sitting beside them. Quinn felt sick to his stomach. Angel looked sick to his stomach.
              “Hi, Quinn.”
              “Dios mio, otra vez esta puta de mierda,” Leti grumbled. Angel elbowed her. Quinn didn’t know what she said, but it didn’t sound nice.
              Quinn froze. He knew the voice, felt the nails digging into his shoulder and barely refrained from wincing. He was aware of Angel looking up at the woman that dug her claws into him before standing to his full height.
              “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met,” Angel said. “I’m Quinn’s fiancé, Angel.”
              “I’m the one that should be sitting where you are,” Racine said. Quinn groaned but remained frozen beneath the witch’s grasp.
              “Really? Did you ask him to marry you first? I might have missed that,” Angel continued in a tone that was all honey filled with nettles. Racine didn’t respond. She huffed and stomped off, screaming for her father. Angel stayed standing, then tapped Quinn’s shoulder.
              “Thanks,” Quinn said.
              “Stand up, c’mon. We’re dancing.” “Are you kidding? I trampled you last time,” Quinn said, only to find himself on the dance floor for a second attempt at dancing in public. Everyone watched it happen, watched Angel kiss Quinn during a slow song, then slink away to the buffet for snacks and drink refills.

Excerpt Eleven:
“Do me a favor, Mackie, can you go make sure your heathen cousins are still asleep? I thought I just heard Juda.”
              Mackenzie nodded, setting the bag back down. Quinn couldn’t move. His feet had rooted themselves to the carpet and all of him trembled.
              He was aware of Bella saying something to him, but not what it was until Bella smacked him sharply across the face.
              “Ow! What was that for!”
              “To get your shit together! Dad cannot find this, or it is over for you! He’ll make you marry Racine,” Bella hissed.
              “But this… why would he do this?”
              “Ask him later, cover it up now,” Bella said. That was their existence: cover it up, lie, pretend. If no one saw it, then it wasn’t real. But there it was – a sprinkling of white powder lining the side pocket of Angel’s bag. Quinn helped his sister clean it all up, put Angel’s bag up out of view, and tried to sleep. He thought about calling Rachel, about taking a walk, or drowning himself in the pool, but ultimately just stayed on the bed until the sun came up.
              Quinn went back to the hospital after that to relieve the girls, skipping breakfast and pointedly ignoring eye contact with Bella. His father came in, grumbling something about trying to pull some trick to get money, about being a disgrace and a bunch of other things that Quinn didn’t really hear. He felt the doubt sour his stomach, the what-ifs that made him really wonder if he knew Angel as well as he believed. He knew Angel had not been feeling well that day. Maybe something happened to trigger his seizures. Someone could have spiked his punch or something. Angel would tell him that things like that didn’t happen in real life, only crazy romance movies. Except, Quinn’s life was one big pathetic romance movie.

Excerpt Twelve
Larry Lang looked into his brandy glass, swirling the dark liquid without actually seeing it. Maximillian Fier sat across from him, watching every reaction with a critical eye. The country clubs were all still abuzz with the incident in Italy over Quinn’s not-wedding and the resulting scandal that rocked the community. Larry lost out on two deals because of that debacle. If not for Indra, he would have lost out on another one, but the oil prince of Dubai was quick with words and explanations, even if he’d kept his word about keeping Bella and the kids away. Business was business. Marjorie had already spent a fortune with the therapists, or at the shops with all the people that were ‘so embarrassed’ to be involved in something so dramatic while also consoling herself. It was a complete mess.
              “Honestly, Larry, there isn’t really much to think about. This is your reputation on the line.
              I’m doing you a favor,” Maximillian said. The smirk that curled the man’s lips was meant to be hidden. Larry pretended not to notice.
              “Yeah, I know,” Larry finally sighed. He drained the brandy after that.
              “Then why the hesitation?” Maximillian pressed. Larry shrugged, looking through the brandy glass again. Quinn’s last words to him still struck a surprising chord he never thought he’d feel in his long, privileged life: fear. He didn’t
              understand it. He had nothing to fear. Even without Maximillian’s ‘generous’ offer, the Langs would
              pull through with heads held high, as they always had. Yes, their reputations may come out a little tarnished, but that was worth having his family intact - wasn’t it?
              The answer should have been an easy one, yet was the furthest thing from easy Larry could think of. He’d paid Willow’s bail and sent a pack of lawyers at the Los Angeles D.A. like hounds on the hunt for defamation of character. There was no evidence to charge his daughter with what they’d claimed she’d done. Willow was eccentric, but she wasn’t a murderer nor conspirator. She certainly didn’t have the wherewithal to commit any financial crimes. There was a reason the poor girl was a model.
              The honest truth was that things were in total shambles. He put on a good face, held his head as high as he could, but the worry was
              starting to drag him down from the lofty point of privilege in which he normally existed.
              No one had heard from Gage in over a month. Mackenzie was living under his roof
              because of the nasty divorce Paige was bringing upon Elliott. While Indra would not allow Bella to come home, she called from time to time to check on Marjorie’s state of mental health, which was worse than Larry allowed himself to believe. Then, there was Quinn.
              “Larry?” Maximillian prompted. Larry wasn’t aware that the man had been talking. He stood from his seat and sighed, moving to the door.
              “I’ll talk to Quinn, Maxie. We’ll be in touch.”