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“Not crazy about me? That’s not what you were saying when I was fucking you.” His voice had an undercurrent of rage to it, and he was trying his damnedest to conceal it. But he failed immensely.

He really had to go low. But then again, why wasn’t I surprised? Jack had a spiteful attitude. “Yeah, do take care not to flatter yourself too much with your potent prowess.”

“You’re going to regret not taking me back,” he shot back, threatening.

“Somehow, I doubt that!” I giggled before adding, “Good luck, Jack Yates. I really wish you the very best.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. Your rejection has a nasty taste on my tongue. I wonder what a man can do to ease such insult to my bruised ego? Got any suggestions?”

“Gojackit off,” I hotly retorted, disgusted. “Bye.” Immediately cutting the call, I shivered, quite repelled at the idea of seeing him again. Ugh, what an egotistical self-serving tool!

If I thought my headache was bad before, after speaking to Jack, it amplified a hundred times worse.

Dinner with Wyatt was at nine. I still had seven hours to kill.

Without bothering to take off my dress, I scoured the medicine cabinet for a pain reliever. I swallowed two with a sip of water. The throbbing made me feel as though there was a massive ball growing in my head. Trudging back to the bedroom, I fell onto the bed face down and dozed off.

CHAPTER12

Gisele

“You look well rested,”my father remarked the moment I entered the formal dining room. He sat at the head of the table. I took the seat to my father’s right. Jared took the left, and Abigail sat next to her son.

We hadn’t used this in years, and I was quite ecstatic we were using it again. It was a beautiful room. It would be a waste if we didn’t use it as often.

“Thank you. I slept really well.” Brightly beaming at my father, I greeted Abigail and her son. I could feel Jared’s gaze on me, carefully measuring as though studying my calm demeanor.

But it was all a façade. Come on, who would forget about his two-hour session with Rose? What was he, a jackhammer energizer bunny? Bitterness filled me, and I loathed feeling like such a jealous nutcase.

Needing to distract myself, I greeted our butler with a warm smile. “I’ll skip the main entrée and dessert, Thomas. Thank you.”

“Still not hungry?” Jared curiously voiced out from across the table. “You skipped lunch, too.”

Before I could respond to him, his mother, Abigail, did the honors.

“She’s a new bride. Maybe she desires to look the very best for you, son.”

I almost choked on my wine. For the first time today, I had a genuine smile on my face. Abigail, bless her, was the sweetest. “You’re right. Your son is quite the catch. I want to please him as often as possible.”

Jared looked flustered.

I coyly fanned my lashes at him, entertained. “I’m so lucky to have such a perfect husband. Don’t you think so, my love?”

My father laughed. “She’s going to give you a run for your money, Jared. Don’t underestimate those sweet smiles. Her mother was the same. It used to drive me crazy.”

“I look forward to it,” he uttered while his eyes never left my face. It held something…menacing.

Nevertheless, Jared would stay in his lane as well as I. Separate lives but under the same roof. Was that even possible? I reeled at the thought of him seeking his girlfriend. He would never want me. He never had, and he never would. Married or not, that much hadn’t changed. The truth was a hard pill to swallow.

While they enjoyed the rest of the courses, I casually sipped on my wine, joining in the conversation when necessary. Silently dejected, I gathered enough courage to carry on discussions without showing how distraught I was. However, Jared’s scrutinizing gaze still unsettled me from time to time.

My eyes flickered towards the mantelpiece in search of the clock, which indicated it was time to change. So, without fuss, I calmly excused myself, bidding them all a great evening.

I didn’t let out a shaky breath until I reached the safe confines of my bedroom. Upon reaching my vast walk-in closet, my nerves began to settle down as I sorted out what look would be best for tonight.

I chose to wear a delicate fine thong before sliding my feet into my favorite three-inch black stilettos. I then strode towards the black dresses section, browsing through each designer piece. Should I do long or short? Since it was still summer, might as well go for short because once it started getting chilly, I wouldn’t be able to don these sexy dresses any longer. The semi-sheer black slip minidress caught my eye. It was a form-fitting one. The back had two thin lace straps that ran all the way down to almost at the base of my neck.

Strolling over to the lengthy mirror, I did a sweeping once-over with the dress over my bare figure. It’d look absolutely gorgeous on my five-foot-ten frame, I conceded with a pleased grin. After today’s madness, I badly needed an ego-boost, and this dress would surely help me achieve that.

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