Page 105 of Madden

I didn’t have it in me to fight with him anymore, so I let it go. As much as I resisted the idea, I’m glad they dragged me out of the house.

I hate to admit it, but I needed to get away and out of my own head.

“You still haven’t heard from her?” Brix asks.

I shake my head. “Not since she texted me before she left.”

“What is it that bothers you the most, the fact she worked for Hollywood Tea or the fact she didn’t tell you about it?”

“Both, but more so that she hid it from me. We’ve had conversations about my feelings on it, how Hollywood Tea has made a business out of dragging people’s lives through headlines. Come to find out, she’s one of them.”

I take another swig of my beer. “It’s not even the first time she’s hid from me who she is either.”

Tysin’s brows deepen. “What’s that mean?”

“She goes by the name Brielle Silvers, but it’s an alias. She uses it at Limelight. Her real name is Brielle Granite.”

“Wait, Granite? Where have I heard that name before?” Brix questions. “As in Granite hotels?”

I nod, and Tysin mutters, “Shit,” under his breath.

“I met her father when we were in NYC doing press on Come Hell or Havoc. He showed up at her house the morning we flew back. That’s why I was late that morning. We were butt-ass naked in her bed when he strolled into her apartment.”

“Damn, that fuckin’ sucks.” Tysin smirks, and I dart my eyes over at him.

“Not as bad as catchin’ your ass with my sister in the fuckin’ pool,” I retort, and Brix barks out a laugh.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, at least you know she wasn’t after your money. I bet she’s worth more than the three of us combined,” Brix adds.

Yeah, I thought so too. In fact, she turned down the chance to work for her father, which would only line her pockets more.

Which begs the question, what would she get out of going behind my back to contact Hollywood Tea?