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bed, she held the remote control as she flipped through channels and blew a bubble with her chewing gum.
    “Get out,” he snarled.
    “I thought you wanted me to spank you and then give you head.”
    “I said get the fuck out!” He grabbed her arm, jerking her off the bed.
    “Whoa, hold on there, bucko. You haven’t paid me.”
    “And I’m not going to.” He dragged her across the room and flung her into the hallway, tossing her clothes at her and slamming the door shut afterward.
    Leaning back against the door he thrust his hands into his hair. Pay her? Hell, he couldn’t even afford to buy a burger off the goddamn dollar menu.
    He crossed the room and tried Brandy’s cell phone. It rang twice and then went to voice mail.
    Shit, shit, shit!
    Sweat beaded on his forehead as he sat down on the bed. He was screwed. One hundred percent screwed.
    The money was due by the end of the month. Where the hell was he going to get ten million dollars in three weeks?
    Grabbing a pillow, he tossed it across the room with a roar. He’d been so close. So fucking close to tripling what he’d come here with last night. He’d pulled so many strings to get into the exclusive high rollers game he was like a damn puppeteer. But in the end he’d blown it. Lost every fucking penny to his name.
    He might have eventually had enough to pay back his bookie with his salary on New You —not like the bookie would have settled for monthly payments anyway—but that possibility had disappeared when he’d been told earlier in the week that the show wasn’t going to be brought back for a second season.
    All his fame and fortune was one fucking whirlpool going down the shitter.
    And then it had clicked. His only chance at saving his ass. Marry Brandy. Marry her so damn quick she didn’t have time to even think the word prenup .
    Ten million was probably the change in the Summers’s piggy bank. They could easily afford it and probably wouldn’t have hesitated to lend the money to their new son-in-law.
    But the ugly bitch had run out on him. At the goddamn altar! His lips curled into a sneer and he threw another pillow across the room.
    Hell, she should’ve been grateful that any man had looked her way. But the fact was that he had and it barely fazed her…What the hell was wrong with the woman?
    She wanted nothing to do with her tabloid-dubbed title of Lingerie Heiress. Had instead gone on to be a choir teacher.
    They’d met at a charity event over a year ago, and it was then he’d realized she could be his ticket into one of the wealthiest families in L.A. He would gain the ability to penetrate the circles her family ran in. Circles that had shunned him his whole life.
    As a child he’d been the freak in school—the kid whose dad had snapped one day and killed himself and his wife in a murder-suicide after she’d had an affair.
    After playing musical houses with various family members who didn’t really want him, he’d gone into foster care.
    The rumors and stares had made him a social outcast. And it wasn’t like he’d had good looks to fall back on—he’d hands down been the ugly kid in class. It had taken him years and a hell of a lot surgery to create his new image.
    But it hadn’t helped. Not really. He was still somewhat of an outcast. To date he hadn’t been to more than a handful of parties—Brandy always had an excuse not to go. And the times when she did, her friends had treated him with dubious if polite disdain.
    “Son of a bitch.” He growled and slammed his foot into her suitcase.
    His lips curled into a sneer at the ugly clothes hanging half out of the unzipped case.
    Brandy was a disappointment in and out of the bedroom—not that he’d even managed to fuck her more than a handful of times. He’d been surprised to find a hot little body under her plain attire the first time they’d had sex. Though, she had all the passion of an ice cube with breasts.
    But if marrying her was the only way he could save his