Piss Off, This Is My Money

8

Jace smiled thinly. Perks of having a crazy-ass brother.

“Maya’s waiting for you in the car,” one said quickly, ready to leave.

“Tell her I’ve got nothing to discuss in person. Court’s where we’ll meet. Already filed a lawsuit,” Jace snapped, walking off.

Trevon pointed two fingers to his eyes, then to the two men in a menacing gesture before falling in step beside Jace.

“Some party,” Jace filled him in. “Cool tagging along?”

“Hell yeah. But not as your brother,” Trevon grinned.

Thirty minutes later, Trevon was transformed into a rock star. He tried asking Jace about the money, but Jace just shrugged—he’d explain later.

Because Trevon had never learned to drive, he rode in a rented service car with a chauffeur.

Jace rolled up in his Rolls Royce in front of the hall. College kids weren’t the only ones there—anyone who could afford the ticket was inside.

Jace stepped out, making sure Trevon had gone in. Eyes snapped to him. He was the only one in a car this expensive, and he knew every damn one of them noticed.

“Who is he?” one guy whispered, clearly clueless, eyes glued to Jace.

A few girls checked themselves in mirrors, adjusting makeup, testing their charm.

Jace adjusted his sunglasses and strode toward the door like he owned the damn place.

A fast girl dashed over. “Hi. My name’s Leah.”

Jace gave her a quick once-over, unimpressed.

Two more girls rushed forward. “Hi, handsome.”

Then more. And more. They all circled him, buzzing like bees.

“What's your name?” some asked eagerly.

“Please be my boyfriend!!” someone squealed.

“Oh,” a male voice cut through the chaos. “Look who we’ve got here. I never thought you’d be bold enough to show up.”

Maverick stepped forward, grinning wide, holding his girlfriend possessively.

“Do you… know him?” his girlfriend asked nervously.

“Of course. He’s Jace Prescott—the viral fake boyfriend,” Maverick added, every word dripping with humiliation.

All the girls stared at Jace, stunned. None of them believed Maverick… until Jace slowly removed his sunglasses.

Maverick laughed, trying to save face. “You think any of these pretty girls want anything to do with you? You fool. I suggest you leave now before it gets even more embarrassing. Let’s go, babe,” he said, striding forward with his girlfriend.

“Hey,” Jace called, noticing the way Maverick’s girlfriend was looking at him. “Do you want to be my date?”

Maverick’s blood boiled. He clenched his fist and barreled toward Jace, not paying attention to the staircase behind him.

Jace only dodged slightly.

Maverick tumbled down the stairs, his trousers rippling as he hit the ground.

The girls gasped.

Maverick’s girlfriend froze, utterly embarrassed. How could a guy they all considered “poor” make Maverick—the guy who never misses a day at the gym—fall like that with barely any effort?

“Should I help you up?” Jace asked with a wicked smirk.

Maverick scrambled to his feet, his ego bruised, and shuffled over to his girlfriend. “Let’s go, babe,” he muttered, humiliated.

The girl hissed, brushing her hair back, and walked over to Jace. “Just for tonight?” she asked.

Jace nodded.

“Are you the owner of that car?” she teased, nodding toward the Rolls.

“Seeing the way you’re asking, makes me wonder if your ex ever borrowed a car to a party with you?” Jace replied, his voice dripping with mockery as he shot a look at Maverick.

“Sometimes… so… you’re the owner?” she asked, barely believing it.

“All through the fucking five months you watched me on Livestream, did you ever see me claim to be something I wasn’t?” Jace countered.

“Of course not,” the girl purred.

“Oh my gosh… is he secretly rich?” another girl standing nearby whispered, blushing.

“He’s so cute!”

“Maya is such a loser!” someone else muttered.

Jace’s eyes locked on Maverick. With a sly grin, he held out his hand to Maverick’s girlfriend. She hesitated, blushed, and took it. Without another word, Jace led her into the hall, leaving Maverick frozen—trying to process the embarrassment, his ego crushed, and wondering what the hell had just happened.