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“I need you more.” I smile because he is my rock, my life, but he’s also my soul, and without him, I’d cease to be complete.
“Oh my God.” Raven’s loud voice makes us both look over. She stands, showing Jett something on her phone. Then runs over to the table for the remote control and changes the channel on the large-screen TV.
“Raven, just relax, do not let this upset you.” Jett’s voice goes into that calm protective mode as he brings out his phone, keeping one hand on her shoulder.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her eyes glued to the screen.
“What?” I look at the TV, and it’s Courtney Falcon and Ammo, the guitarist from the Stuffed Muffins, walking together as a crowd of reporters follow them.
“What’s happened?” I love both Ammo and Courtney, but why does Raven care?
“Did they break up?” Completely confused, I feel Brett’s hands on my hips as I lean back into him.
“Fuck, that’s not good.” Brett shakes his head at the TV.
“What?” I demand. I mean, I get that I’m out of the loop, but what the hell? My pulse races, because whatever I’m missing is bad enough that Brett looks concerned as he glances down at Raven, then Jett.
“Christ, I need to take this.” Jett walks away as he talks on his phone, and Raven sinks into the chair Charlie brought her.
“What is happening?” I say out loud as Natalie nervously rubs her hands just staring at the news.
“That woman.” Raven points at a dark-haired woman on the screen.
“Yeah?” I look at her.
“That’s my mother…”
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JETT
BEVERLY HILLS, CA
“Hand me my coffee.” I finish buttoning my starched white dress shirt and stare into the bathroom mirror.
“What?” My fiancée screeches at her phone and sits up. Her fake tits barely move when she tosses the covers off and stands, showing me her phone, as if I can see it from where I’m standing.
Reaching for my tie, I can’t help but grin. Whatever is on there is unleashing the legendary bitch. My cock hardens. Not gonna lie—seeing her be a cunt does something for me.
“Is the governor’s fundraiser tonight?” she snaps.
“Coffee,” I demand right back. Her dark eyes narrow. Licking her lips, she dramatically reaches for my mug, then sashays toward me.
My erection instantly deflates, not because Rachel isn’t beautiful. She is. At forty-eight, she looks damn good. She eats nothing but salmon and salads and exercises every day. Along with her dermatologist’s and plastic surgeon’s help, my fiancée could easily pass for mid-thirties.
I’m just a dick, I guess. Thankfully, Rachel’s on the same page. Makes things easy, uncomplicated. I get to have zero guilt that I don’t love her.
And she gets to have me. All my money, connections, power,all of it. That’s what turns Rachel on. That, and the fact she enjoys watching other women suck my cock as much as I get off watching her eat other women’s cunts.
We belong together, both selfish, workaholics, into making money and climbing the social ladder. Hell, at the rate I’m going, the sky’s the limit. And Rachel knows it.
Smirking, she invades my space and places my mug on our large marble sink. While I smooth my tie, the flowery perfume she favors makes my nose twitch. I need to discuss switching her scent. That, and her straight black bob. I’m sick of the Uma Thurman-Pulp Fictionlook on her.
“So.” She holds her phone up again. “Jennifer just texted me. Apparently, it’s the governor’s fundraiser tonight, and Emily does not have it on my calendar.” She stares at me like I can actually do something about this.
