Luxe Glamour (The Glamour Series Book 5) by Maggie Marr Page A

amazing ass.
    I wouldn’t mind grabbing that ass.
    “What have you been doing since then?”
    “Rehab three times and then I started a foundation.”
    Her jaw dropped open. Speechless? Was this woman with such a smart mouth actually speechless? Maybe. It was unusual to be that honest in Los Angeles. Here in the land of La-La everyone held everything together, even when they were so strung out they could grind the enamel from their teeth.
    “Wow, that’s brutally honest.” Her voice was softer, as though she might have found my truthfulness refreshing.
    “What kind of foundation did you start?”
    “I rescue animals,” I said.
    “Oh, right. You’re the guy who runs Pawtown.”
    I nodded. “Me and my sister Angie.”
    “Wasn’t she on Holiday High too?”
    I nodded. “Yep, she sure was.”
    Sophia scrunched her eyebrows together as though she was thinking. And she was. She was pulling up a memory of Angie and in a matter of seconds she would recall what had happened to Angie and how—
    “Wait”—her eyes widened—“your sister had some kind of accident, right? She can’t walk, she was in a car wreck and her bro—”
    Sophia stopped talking. Her gaze locked with mine.
    My heart lurched in my chest. Yeah, I was the brother. I was the one who was driving the car. That guy was me.
    “I’ve been in rehab three times.” I still didn’t do well when this topic came up, and I always just spoke the cold hard truth. How the fuck could I ever forgive myself for that night? Angie had forgiven me, or so she said but, fuck, how she could do that I’d never know. She couldn’t walk. And she never would. And, most likely, she’d never have kids. I was the total and complete fuck up who was responsible.
    “I … uh …” Sophia’s eyes glanced around the party. She looked everywhere but at me, and it was as though she didn’t know what the hell to say. It happened to a lot of people—especially here in Hollywood. When confronted with something real, something uncomfortable, something other than the fabulous world they inhabited, they were at a loss for words, and Sophia was no different.
    “I’ll save you having to ask,” I told her. “I was driving. I was coked out of my mind. I slammed us into a tree and I was fine—I walked away. But Angie can’t walk, and she never will. I went to jail and then I went back to rehab. Angie and I started Pawtown, and now I’m here. That clear everything up for you?”
    “I guess so.” Sophia squinted as though she couldn’t imagine why I was being so rude.
    I set my beer bottle on the table in front of me. Her gaze landed on my beer.
    “Booze? That was never the problem. For me it was the coke and the girls.”
    Her eyebrows popped up.
    “Lots of girls. Mainly models.”
    I slipped my phone from my pocket and requested an Uber. I was done. I’d done what I came to do. Left Coast had trotted out Trick Williams for their anniversary gala and now that I had done my duty I was ready to leave. “Nice to meet you, Sophia.” I turned and walked out of the party. She might be hot, she might be a Legend, but she definitely wasn’t real enough for me.

 
Chapter 5
     
    Sophia
     
    “Tell me again why I have to go to this fundraiser?”
    Ellen, who actually looked halfway put together in a skirt and sweater and cute flats, stared directly at me. She was driving while I sat in the passenger seat and checked my makeup. “Because our sister and our brother asked us to go.”
    “My sister is driving the car.” I pulled down the sun visor and flipped open the mirror. “That other bitch is just Daddy’s other daughter.”
    “Seriously? Sophia, you’ve got to stop with the name-calling. What has Amanda done to you other than be born first?”
    “Ha!” I pressed my lips together and turned my head from side to side. Damn, Ellen and I had gotten the looks. “You’re crazy if you think that’s the only reason I can’t stand half-sister dearest.”
    “Whether you