Page 88 of Royally Tempted

Jason suddenly paled, as if suddenly sobering enough to see clearly.

“Shit, baby.” His eyes were wide and he shook his head.

“Baby, I’m just drunk is all,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry, baby, you know I lov—”

“Don’t.”

My voice was ice cutting through his words.

“Don’t even say that, Jason.”

Because that moment right there in that dining room was like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Right then, everything made sense.

“Actually,” I hissed, shaking my head at him. “Don’teversay it to me again.”

I stormed off to our room before he could even say anything else. I grabbed a suitcase from the closet, half expecting him to run in and stop me, and not at all surprised when he didn’t. Five minutes later, I was stalking towards the front door with a suitcase rolling behind me.

Jasonlaughedwhen he saw me.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yeah,” I hissed, jabbing a finger at him as I snatched my resume book off the table. “Yeah Jason, I’m leaving.”

He laughed again.

“Over one little slap? Jesus.” He rolled his eyes and slugged his beer. “I bet I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t, asshole.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, sitting at the table and picking at the cold dinner I’d made.

“Bitch, yes I will.”

This time, I only flipped him off as I whirled and stormed away. I grinned wickedly seeing the keys to his Porsche laying on the table by the door to the garage.

Fuck him.

The engine roared triumphantly and I pulled out the garage. The front door to the house opened a second later as Jason recognized the sound of his prized car, but I only flipped him off out the window as I roared away, watching the image of him shaking his fist at me get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

Chapter 2

“Ithinkyou’ve got a great shot.”

I took a big gulp of my wine and raised a brow at Sasha.

I’d been staying with my friend for almost a week now, and while it wasamazingto have such a great friend to take me in, I knew myself, and I knew I needed my independence. Luckily, I’d just landed a job interview for a secretary position.

“It’s just a secretary job, you know.”

My best friend — seven months pregnant — shrugged and grinned wickedly as she poured lime seltzer over ice and took a sip.

“You really want to go there?”

I blushed as I looked down, grinning.

Sasha had, after-all, started in this very position. Broke, looking for work, and leaving her asshole of an ex, Sasha had found “secretary” work with Stone and Steel Holdings.

Of course, that’s notallshe’d found there.

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