Page 257 of Billionaire Temptations

“I’m thinking so.”

Rolling my eyes, I poured myself a glass of wine.

“Nothing new there. She can just tell me over the phone.”

“Come on, Jackson. You’re going to dinner. In fact, you can pick me up, and we’ll arrive together. Twin support as always.” She pointed her fork at me.

“Then I’ll have to cancel my plans with Emily, and I really don’t want to do that.” I threw back the rest of my wine.

“What is really going on between the two of you?” Jules asked.

“You know what’s going on between us.”

“Actually, I only know that you have some silly contract that dictates your relationship.”

“It’s not silly, and it’s working out for both of us. Plus, it’s not a relationship. What Emily and I have is companionship.”

“For fuck’s sake, Jackson. You two are in a relationship. Do you need me to look up the definition for you in the dictionary?”

“Be my guest.”

“Fine.”

Picking up her phone, her fingers typed ferociously as the word “aha” spewed with excitement from her mouth.

“‘A connection, association, or involvement. An emotional or other connection between people. A sexual involvement; affair.’ See, you and Emily are in a relationship, so I never want to hear you say that you aren’t.”

“There are two types of relationships, my dear sister—ones like what you just read and ones that are what you and Carter have. There are romantic relationships, casual relationships, abusive relationships, etc. If you are so hell-bent on saying that Emily and I are in a relationship, then fine, we are in a casual relationship.”

“No, you’re not,” she spoke with seriousness.

“Yes, we are.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, we are!” I boldly exclaimed. “There is nothing more than friendship and sex between us.”

“Then why did you buy the buildings so she can expand?”

“For investment reasons and because she’s my friend and wanted to expand, Leon wouldn’t let her. I would have done the same for you.”

“That’s because you love me.” She smirked. “Admit it, Jackson, you’re in love with her.”

Waving my hand in front of my face, I turned and opened the refrigerator.

“I don’t even know what the fuck it’s like to be in love. So, no, I’m not in love with her.”

“And if she just walked out of your life tomorrow, you’d be fine with it?”

“Actually, I would, and I’d wish her well.”

“Yeah, okay. That’s why you don’t want to cancel your date with her tomorrow because you’re looking forward to seeing her.”

“I don’t want to cancel my date because my time with her would be better spent than sitting across from a woman and hearing she’s divorcing for the fourth time. It’s draining, Jules.”

She got up from the stool and placed her plate in the dishwasher.

“I know it’s draining, but we have to be there for our mother. Pick me up from the hospital tomorrow at six-thirty,” she spoke as she pushed the button to the elevator.

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