A/N: Guys, this chapter is to take us in our next orgy soooo.....
It was already late by the time we dragged ourselves back.
The bags, the receipts, the gawking looks from every store clerk in the city—they were behind us now. The girls were half-asleep in the van, heads tilted, shopping bags like trophies around their feet. The Miami ones especially looked dead on their feet; they'd been flying, walking, living on adrenaline for days. Their laughter had burned out into soft, contented silence.
I'd had other plans for the night—more places to hit, more chaos to chase—but I shelved them. They'd earned their rest. Tonight, sleep was the most expensive gift I could give them.
Me? My blood was still fizzing like champagne in the veins. The thrill hadn't faded—it was still burning through me, a sweet kind of delirium that hummed between every heartbeat.
Eighty. Million. Dollars.
In one day.
On shopping.
Nobody did that. Nobody sane, at least. But I did.
