Nathan had only kind of settled into a room, although he was intent on finding something a bit larger to live in. He was used to space. And yes, he was spoiled. But he never tried to pretend that he wasn't. As it was, he had run out of his own stash of whiskey ( Read more... )

Rogue could get used to the Cocktail Bar, she decided. It was the break she needed from Remy's strip club, letting her dress seductively without actually having to take any of it off. She also didn't have to worry about guys drooling over their one dollar bills before tucking them into her garter. There was the occasional pinch on the ass, but she ( Read more... )

“Mom, I need to talk to you.” Serena walked into her apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. That day at Constance Billard had been tiring. Yale had accepted her application for next year, but she wasn’t as excited as she should be about it. The whole thought of going to College was daunting and she didn’t have any idea what she wanted to do ( Read more... )

Remy was finding it harder and harder to spend time anywhere at the resort that wasn't his room or the roof. He didn't feel like himself, he was hardly eating, and still hadn't found his way anywhere remotely near a razor. He had showered though, albeit briefly before crawling into bed the night before and spending the night staring at the dark ( Read more... )