The heart can be deceiving, and it takes a lot of being honest with yourself to know the difference between a true friend when you have money, and even more when it’s a woman.
I’ve seen many men fall because their dicks and ego did the decision-making.
“No.But I think you’re in love with Emily, and if someone made me feel the way it appears she does, I wouldn’t sit back and let someone else swoop on in.”
Shit, I had no idea he felt like that.
“She’s young.”I argue.
“So?Date her.”
“We were engaged.She’ll expect more.”I shake my head.
He laughs.“No, you weren’t.”
Right.Good point.But it fucking felt like it.Putting a ring on a woman’s finger?It does something to a man.
I don’t want Emily to be my girlfriend.I want her future.
“Yes, we were.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
EMILY
“Weird,” Lexi says,leaning over my shoulder as we both stare at the enormous bunch of red roses and bottle of green sludge.
Juice.
But I call it sludge, as the sender well knows.
I fight my smile, trying not to read anything into it as I open the card.
Happy birthday, sexy.S xx
Tears prickle my eyes as I stupidly open the juice and take a sip.
