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But she’s also interested in you. She stares at you like you’re the best thing she’s ever seen.
Did he want to share her? Did he want to do this again? And would Ian and Jack consider sharing her with him?
There was only way one to find out. He knew he had to speak to them first. It was the right thing to do. He’d never want them to think he was trying to take her from them.
She’s clearly a Little . . .
Fuck.
Was he going to let Elizabeth keep ruining his life? His parents? He was a grown man. And he wanted some happiness. Some joy in his life.
I was only with you for your money, Jameson.
He couldn’t even be angry with Elizabeth for that. Since his parents had pushed him toward her for the same reason.
For money.
And because she had the proper fucking breeding. Like a mare. Why hadn’t he told them no?
Because all your life they bullied you into being the person they wanted. And now you don’t know who you are.
It was fucking ridiculous. He was a grown man. He could be whoever the fuck he wanted to be.
Getting up, he moved over to the shelves. They held a bunch of books that the former occupants of the apartment had left behind.
And one photo.
Of him with Jack and Ian when they were in their late teens. They had their arms around each other and were smiling.
Fuck. He missed that.
He missed them.
He wanted his friends back. The only time he’d truly been happy was with Jack and Ian.
His parents had approved of his friendship with Ian. Ian’s grandparents had breeding and money. A lot of money.
But they’d despised Jack. They’d often tried to make Jameson get rid of him.
However, it was the one thing Jameson could never do.
Until you did, you tosser.
Was that his problem? He’d pushed away the two people who meant the most to him, all because they’d been part of his humiliation.
It wasn’t their fault.
It was yours.
Elizabeth’s words from that disastrous night came back to him.
Do you really think I wanted anything to do with those friends of yours? Ian is too rough and uncouth. And Jack . . . he’s got no breeding, no money.
Why would I want them?
It was all a ruse, you idiot. To get you. The prize stud. But you’re not, are you, Jameson? You’re sick . . . and you’re broke. And soon, everyone will know it.
He wasn’t sure what his parents had hated more. People learning that they were in dire financial straits.
