The Playboy's Downfall Chapter 2

Actually, I had never taken Chloe's money before, but I felt I needed to cultivate the excellent quality of bowing to the almighty dollar.

So, every time she accidentally said "thousand" instead of "dollars," my resolve crumbled.

But now, standing in a super short dress next to Chloe in a club her brother frequented, I was seriously regretting my life choices.

"There's my brother!" Chloe excitedly grabbed my wrist, pointing to the tallest guy in a group walking through the door.

The lighting in the club was dim and suggestive.

But Carter still stood out like a beacon.

No wonder he was a playboy. He was undeniably gorgeous, and he had the swagger to match.

Wasting no time, Chloe dragged me right up to Carter. "Carter, transfer some money to me. I blew through my allowance this month."

"Do I owe you something?" Carter didn't even look up. He cupped his hand to block the draft and lit a cigarette. The brief flare of the lighter illuminated his striking features, making me almost forget to breathe.

He was insanely hot.

That single sentence ignited the rich girl's fury. She let go of me, ready to "debate" her brother.

Carter casually pushed his sister aside with one hand. As he looked up, his gaze landed right on me. His dark eyes instantly filled with interest. "How much do you need?"

Everyone in the vicinity was stunned by that question.

"A million, probably." Chloe suppressed her anger, haughtily holding her hand out to her brother, while secretly shooting me a meaningful look.

See? I told you he'd fall for you.

I'm innocent.

I literally haven't done anything.

Carter looked down and transferred the money. Once Chloe received it, she grabbed me, ready to leave.

"Why are you running? You took the money. Aren't you going to sit and hang out with your big brother for a bit?"

The word "brother" coming out of Carter's mouth sounded completely wrong.

But Chloe, acting like she owed him now, reluctantly stopped and dragged me to sit in a corner booth.

As the vibe picked up, Chloe got totally into it, completely forgetting why she came here in the first place, and started playing dice and drinking with some random hot guy.

Fortunately, Carter was very proactive. Before I knew it, he was sitting right next to me.

His eyes slowly swept over my bare legs. He slid a glass of fruity cocktail toward me. "Want a drink?"

My mom always told me never to take drinks from strangers.

I clutched the edge of my dress and shook my head.

Carter let out a soft chuckle. "Afraid I spiked it?"

After saying that, he took a sip from the glass himself, then lowered his eyes and started playing on his phone.

All the way until the end of the night.

It seemed like I was just a classic case of an overconfident girl imagining things. He wasn't interested in me at all.

I helped a very drunk Chloe out the door.

"Give me your number. Text me when she gets to the dorm. If she throws up, let me know." Carter pulled up his QR code for me to scan.

I scanned it, silently cursing him in my head. If you actually cared about your sister, you'd drive her back yourself!

But on the outside, I gave him a perfectly innocent, sweet smile. "Okay, I will."