Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 239

His ride was as wild as his personality, a gleaming Pagani sports car that turned heads wherever it went.

As we pulled up to the hotel, the doorman's eyes lit up, as Christine did earlier that day when she saw the unexpected bonus in my bank account.

Ever the gentleman with a sharp tongue, Gregory tossed the car keys to the doorman and came around to open my door, quipping, "Easy does it. You can take a tumble, but that dress costs a pretty penny."

When I laid eyes on that dress at home, I recognized it as a high-end designer piece, the kind celebrities would sell their souls to borrow for an event.

Despite his snarky comment, Gregory wasn't wrong. Our company was in the midst of financial planning. Money was tight, and I couldn't afford to pay back a dress like that.

I gingerly lifted the hem, careful not to step on it with my heels. "Got it, loud and clear."

He seemed stunned. "Why so meek all of a sudden?"

"Just stark broke," I shrugged.

He asked, "Mr. Ferguson doesn’t cover your expenses?"

"He does." I pursed my lips, "He's always been generous with money but not with his emotions."

And now that I was officially the ex-wife, his generosity was none of my business.

Gregory raised an eyebrow but said no more, leading me inside.

Suddenly, something clicked. "Hey, weren’t you solo at the Larson Mansion the other day? What’s with needing a date today?"

"It's different," he replied casually, "No one at the Larson family was pressuring me to settle down."

The birthday girl today was close with the Ford family and high society through and through.