I was brought up with the morals that money is something so vital that I will never have enough of, and that I will spend the rest of my life just hoping to get by on what I had. It's hard to go from that to being given cars for my birthday and openly encouraged to spend ridiculous amounts of money
———————————————————————— "How about we just do a night in tonight?" Rhode asks as he collapses onto the couch beside me. He tilts his head onto the back of the couch and pulls my feet up to rest on his lap. "Sounds like a good idea" I reply, laying my kindle back down on my chest and reaching ove
"Oh for fucks sake. It's Bianca" Rhode groans as he lifts the source of noise from his pocket and cheeks the screen. I quickly roll off of his lap and readjust my hair. "Do I have sex hair?" I ask in a low whisper, attempting to comb through the newly formed knots with my fingers. "We didn't even
Briefly, Bianca lifts her phone up and mumbles a quick 'thank you' to me before she helps to settle Briella into her tiny little pink bed. Soon, I'm running through the story that my mother used to tell me off the top of my head, revelling in the way Rhode watches me in our corner box on the edge o
"I'll just get set up" Tyler says before he starts to get out a series of tools and paper towels. I take the opportunity to examine some of the artwork along the walls. Long spirals of names, drawings of tigers and the occasional quote in another language litter the walls. Not exactly what I'm going
He stares at it open mouthed for nearly a full minute, taking my chin in his hand and tilting it to the side slightly as though he can't believe his eyes. His gaze travels back to mine, his eyes full of shock and awe. He says nothing, but he doesn't need to, the wide grin that overcomes his face all
Rhode 's P.O.V I know I said I didn't want to move to New York anymore, but that doesn't mean I was particularly excited to get back to London. This was mostly because it meant that Amelia's last semester of university would begin, and just as I had suspected, her course load takes up a lot of her
"Move over," I tell her as I slip my shoes off my feet, she doesn't make any movement but she does peer up at me inquisitively. I scoop my hands underneath her hips and slide her a few inches to the left, hearing her laugh in my ear as she holds onto my shoulder for support "Come on, give me the tri