Page 146 of Forgive You

Jason nods, his rage dimming and replaced with sympathy. “The asshole confessed over dinner. You really think I’d think differently because he made a sex tape of you?”Of me?Oh, shit. “He has no right to do that to you. To do that without your consent, and I’m so sorry he did that, baby.”

He gets into my space, taking my face in his hands. His palms are hot, scorching, and comforting at the same time. I grab his wrists.

“Jason.”

He goes on. “But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. So, what if there’s a sex tape of you? You’re still you, and I love you.”

I will not get sick hearing that, and I smile before I realize I need to focus.

I shut my eyes, shaking my head. “Jason, it’s not a sex tape from me. It’s a sex tape ofus.”

They fly back open, and confused blue eyes stare back at me. “What?”

“I couldn’t tell you because he threatened to send it to all your clients and every other person in the industry. It would destroy your career.”

“He filmed us? How?”

“That night you were home for a couple nights. Your mother was gone for the weekend.”

The blood rushes from his cheeks, almost turning a green shade. “Jacob was here? He filmed us?”

Humiliation overwhelms me, and tears follow right behind it. It takes Jason a couple of beats to catch up.

“That son of a bitch. That’s why you haven’t told me?” His jaw twitches before he lets go, taking a step back, the lack of touch feeding my insecurity.

“I haven’t told anyone. I wanted to tell you when I found out you were Ford’s agent, but he showed up at the gala, threatened me, and a couple days later, he sent me the video. Said he would post it if I told you. I don’t care about my own reputation.”

I really don’t. LA was always an escape, I see that now, but for Jason, that’s his life. He’s been there since was eighteen.

“But you worked your ass off to get Spencer Sports where it is now. I couldn’t let you destroy it.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, before a frustrated huff is shot my way. “Oh my god. You silly, silly girl. Baby, it all means shit without you.”

“Jason.”

“The hell with Spencer Sports.” He throws his hands in the air.

“You don’t mean that. It will blow up to pieces.”

Grabbing my neck, he tugs me into his chest until his forehead connects with mine. His fresh scent comforts me as his hot breath teases my lips.

“Every word. But nothing will happen with Spencer Sports.” He lifts his phone from his back pocket and taps the screen before holding it to his ear.

What is he doing?!

“Ford?” he says. “Do you remember when I picked you up from that mob family in Boston? The Wolfes? Yeah. Do you have a phone number for me? Can you text it? Thanks.”

“What are you doing?” My eyebrows meet in the middle.

He smiles, his body relaxing against mine. “I’m gonna fix this, and even if I can’t, I will figure it out as long as I have you.”

His lips crash against mine, and all the heaviness disappears like magic. The clouds are pushed away by the sun, and the fog in my mind turns into bliss.

“Do you hear me?” he asks, keeping our lips fused as much as possible. “I love you. We’re in this together, okay?”

“Can you forgive me?”

“Baby. I will always forgive you.”

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