Society Girls: Rhieve Read Online Free

“I definitely don’t want to be engaged to Rhieve for real.”
    “The feeling’s mutual,” Rhieve says from behind me, and I hang my head and curse myself before turning around.
    The sight before me steals my breath, and it takes me a moment to speak. Rhieve is in a white dress that looks like something she’d wear to an art gallery opening. It’s artsy while still being classy, and the bracelet on her wrist is made of mini Japanese screens, mimicking the design on the dress. Her dark blonde hair is pulled back into an intricate bun, and her makeup is flawless. She’s the perfectly perfect trust fund baby, and it shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.
    Her loose dress shouldn’t make me harder than the women in lingerie at my clubs. I shouldn’t want to mess her up, and take her, but I do. God help me, I always have, and with my luck, I always will. Rhieve Madison is my kryptonite. I know it, I fight it, and sometimes in the dark of night, I even own it. I’m way past resisting her pull, but I need to make peace right now.
    “You only heard the end of this conversation, but I’m sorry for upsetting you.”
    “I’m not upset, Calum. You’re the one who demanded this engagement. I certainly wasn’t asking to be on your arm.”
    I don’t need to be reminded of that, but then again, maybe I do. “Nevertheless, as I said, I’m sorry.”
    “Apology accepted. Let’s just get this over with.” She starts to walk around me, but stops short. “What? How?”
    “Is something wrong?” her friend, Camari asks.
    “The flowers in the water. The candles. Why is it decorated like this?”
    Shit. Maybe she doesn’t want what she wanted as a little girl. She probably wants something more fancy and suitable to our status. I thought she was still rebelling against that inside, but I guess I was wrong.
    “Calum did it,” Candi tells her, and I know I need to apologize. Again.
    “I remembered what you told me when you were little. I thought you’d still want it, but I guess I made a mistake. Today’s apparently going to be a day for apologies from me.”
    “You remembered?” she asks, and her voice sounds a little breathless.
    “I remember everything you’ve ever said to me, Rhee.”
    She places her hand on my forearm as she searches my face. “Thank you. I know this isn’t real, but thank you for doing this for me.”
    “You’re welcome,” I tell her, my own voice sounding shaky. “I made you do this, but I want it to be good for you.”
    “That’s a stretch, but I don’t think it will be horrible.”
    I want so much more than that, but I’ll take it for now. “I would never make it that way for you.”
    “Perfect,” Candi says, and we both turn to stare at her. “What? The two of you looked like a loving couple. I got some great shots.”
    Rhieve instantly removes her hand from my arm, and squares her shoulders. “Where do you want to propose?” she asks me, as if she still doubts that I know what she wants.
    “I told you I remember everything,” I remind her, taking her hand in mine, leading her to the low diving board, and helping her sit down.
    I go to a knee in front of her, and pull the ring box from my pants. “I know this isn’t traditional, or proper, but will you marry me, Rhieve?”
    “Pretend to be engaged to you, you mean.”
    No, that’s not at all what I mean. “Yeah, that.”
    “Do I get to see the ring first?”
    “Is that a deal breaker?”
    “I told you it had to be spectacular.”
    “I can assure you it is.”
    “Open it. Please.”
    Always polite, even when she’s demanding. I can’t help wondering if she’s like that in the bedroom, too. Then I think back to the men I’ve seen her with over the years, and doubt they would know how to handle her like that. I could handle it. I would let her be bossy sometimes, but I’d demand to be in charge as well.
    I can’t and won’t deny her anything, so I snap open the box, and watch her eyes go wide. I can hear Candi’s