Riches | The inheritance games

Chapter 134

Memories by Conan Gray

I promise that the ending always stays the same, so there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again, I can't be your friend, can't be your lover, can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love with somebody other than me. 

Grayson.

It's closing in on 4am when I receive the call. My arm wrapped around Beatrice's naked body. She's silent. I struggle to sleep enough as it is, but to sleep in silence only makes it worse. Paris used to snore, not enough that it was aggressive and loud, but enough that I could hear her beside me and know she was still with me. 

The short brown hairs of the girl beside me sprawl over the pillows. She just lays there unmoving, she stays in a little ball beside me. Paris would take up the entire bed like a starfish without even knowing it. I'd have to curl her up and hold her close when she slept so that I could fit on the bed.

The room is dark. I suggested last night that we leave the curtains open so we could make use of the perfect clear view of the Eiffel tower. Beatrice told me darkness was crucial for our circadian cycle. Paris always slept with a nightlight on because she was afraid of the dark. I could always see her face alit my a dim glow. 

Beatrice has a 12 step skin care routine which she insists on recording for her vlog channel every morning and night. You'd think people would get tired of watching her post the same videos every single day, but the upwards of six million people following her contradicts that.

I have to hand it to her though, she must be doing something right, given the fact that she's almost 34 and she's glowing. But nobody can glow as much as Paris did. I mean even without makeup she looked better than Beatrice does on her best days. 

I thought that having a rebound so different to my ex would help me get over her, but so far it's only made me pick out every difference between them and come to the conclusion yet again that Paris was the greatest thing I ever lost.

Beatrice Von Thalion and I started out as a more casual thing. It was rebound sex for me. It was an ordeal of convenience for me. But apparently for her, we were dating. 

So when she took the liberty of introducing herself to my family, it's safe to say I was as shocked as they were. I'm certain Libby had never seemed meaner, which is saying something. Of course, not to Beatrice, but to me. On Libs standards, 'mean' is staring daggers at me across the dinner table. But of course she was all smiles and polite hugs to my apparent girlfriend. 

Jameson was quiet, but I knew that from him, that was worse than any other reaction. Xander actually ridiculed me the second she left, telling me I was dating Nan's old classmate. Nash chimed in, telling me she was too old for even him.

Avery was probably most affected by my guest. She was clearly mad at me for introducing my 'girlfriend' to everyone only a couple months after P ended things. She bit her tongue though, refusing to talk to me. It was clearly a sisterly thing, because I'd never been more afraid of her and Libby.

The moment my shame sunk in deepest thought, was when Zara silently sipped her wine instead of even greeting the girl. 

But it was solidified, the French influencer and supermodel donning too much reconstructive surgery to count, was my girlfriend.

And since she had met my family — or what could hardly be called that these days, she wanted me to meet hers. And surprise surprise, where does her family live? Paris. Another remind of what I couldn't have.