LUXURY

＂ Ｇｏｏｄ Ｇｉｒｌ Ｇｏｎｅ Ｂａｄ ＂(4/4)

"Bollinger or Dom Perignon?" asked one of the Country Club waiters, setting down small china plates of caviar in front of each effortlessly-clad rich kid seated at the table. The floppy-haired waiter was standing directly over Jac Lexington's head, eyes burning into her back and while, Jac knew he'd been checking her out the entire morning, she refused to look up at him. Entertaining eye contact would cause her to check him out and if she checked him out then there was a possibility she'd end up going on a date with yet another peasant - and Jac was done trying to get in the pants of the help.

Or anyone's pants for that matter.

It had been exactly 24 hours since the XS Club disaster, 24 hours since Jac found out she'd had a HIV-infected puppy in her midst, eighteen hours since she'd gone on a spiritual detox and promptly erased all the peasant had left in her life - except for the cheap necklace he'd bought her as she couldn't find it - and seven hours since Jac had decided she would not entertain Blake's silly analysis; that normal people had jobs and rode buses and her life was everything but.

So what if her world was superficial and over the top? It was fun! It wasn't a crime to live the life of luxury and love it and more importantly, Jac wasn't afraid of being alone in her world of opulence either.

If Blake wasn't dead wrong about everything else, he sure as hell was wrong about Jac. She didn't need to have a bellboy or he-who-shall-not-be-named or anyone else. Jac Lexington was a rich bitch who was just fine with being alone.

In fact, she loved it.

It was why after exactly 24 hours of finding out her ex was HIV-positive, lied about it, and given it to poor Tiff Archeval, Jac had not run back to Damon Felix, despite the fact he was probably only a street away.

She didn't even reply back to text messages from Asher Donovan who was just dying to know if she wanted to hook up again.

Instead, she was playing up Veronica Conrad's 'We're-all-in-this-together,' brunch at the ritzy Country Club restaurant because alcoholic brunches and afternoons planning a birthday party kept her from reaching for her newly bought iPhone 6s - Windows sucks, what was she thinking? - and calling a certain number....

"Hm...Bollinger is sweet but Dom is strong." Seth Montador said thoughtfully. The blonde-haired Lacrosse player had gone out of his way to sit beside Jac rather than the empty black-and-white cushioned patio chair next to Benny Costa, who every now and then would sneak an unreadable glance at him from across the table.

"So basically sweetly wasted or strongly wasted." Jac retorted sarcastically, studying the rose-gold Fendi watch dangling from her wrist.

"Definitely Bollinger. I like everything I drink to be sweet." Veronica purred from across the table. She was clad in a black high-neck Alexis top, showing off blessed abs and she nudged Paisely Mont Vernon playfully who only giggled back half-heartedly.

"We know you do, babe." Chris snickered, brown eyes glued to his Windows phone and body angled away from Veronica. He wasn't hung all over his girlfriend like he'd been nearly the entire trip but the gorgeous redhead didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was too busy giggling every second with Paisely.

The waiter shifted the empty platter to his other hand, a look of agitation on his slightly-handsome face. "Um, are you guys planning to order because I have George Bush-"

"You guys can decide," Seth said abruptly. "I don't really feel like getting wasted again, not after what happened the night before."

"Me neither." Paisely agreed, sorrowfully shaking her head.