It’s slow. It’s deep. And it’s devastating.
He slides his hands into my hair, and I clutch the front of his shirt, holding onto him as everything else falls apart.
When we finally break apart, I’m shaking.
I liked it.
I more than liked it.
“This doesn’t fix anything,” I say, barely above a whisper.
“I know.”
“And I don’t forgive you. Or Brett."
He nods. “I don’t expect you to.”
I wipe at my mouth with the back of my hand. “This was a mistake.”
“Maybe,” Jake says. “But it was honest.”
And that’s the worst part. It was. I wanted it as much as he did. Maybe for the wrong reason.
Or maybe for the right one.
I gulp as I step back. “I need to go.”
He lets me pass. Doesn’t follow.
As I walk back toward the mansion, the weight of the kiss still on my lips, I realize I’m not sure who I’m angrier with—him, Brett, or myself.
But I know one thing:
This island was supposed to be paradise.
And it’s turning into a war zone.
EPISODE 236
WICKED GAME
Heather
One of these billionaires has what I need.
And it’s not his heart.
I’ll wear the dress. Play the game.
Laugh when I want to scream.
I can survive paradise.
Just as I enter the mansion, June grabs me.
“Heather! There you are. I need you.”
“Not in the mood,” I say. She may be great at licking pussy, but she’s hiding something too. If I’m the kettle, she’s the pot.
