“And by your admission, your luck isn’t so great. It’s not working out either.”
“Nope.”
“Why not let someone who is good at matching people think of someone for you? Give it achance.”
Jocelyn frowned at the way her mother made that statement. “I don’t think so. I’m good on my own.”
“Clearly you’re not.”
“Stop laughing,” she said. “Victor was a dick. I get it. You didn’t even get to see what I did.”
No way she’d tell her mother what went on behind the bedroom door.
Victor appeared confident and cocky, then turned it all around on her.
When she finally broke things off, he cried for months, refused to let her go, called all the time, told her he loved her and asked what he could do to change.
Made a complete nuisance of himself so that Gabe and Jayce had to have words with him.
It was the last thing she wanted, but she appreciated the support.
“And before Victor was Jack.”
“Hey,” she said. “I was young and stupid.”
“We tried to tell you that would get messy, but you didn’t want to listen.”
“You and Dad liked Jack. He was working for you before me.”
“He was an asshole, but we didn’t want to tell you that when you were so taken by him.”
An employee of the company. She fell for his good looks and build. Something she’d never done before and went out of her comfort zone.
Jack was a good time and let her be a little freer in her actions.
Too bad he was eyeing moving up in the company and not really as into her as she’d hoped.
Two years he’d dragged her along until she found out what he was really after when he ran his mouth about her to other coworkers.
Her father couldn’t terminate Jack fast enough, and that only made it worse.
Did she like that she didn’t have to see him at work anymore? Sure.
But all it did was have more people talking about her and that her father and brother had to protect her.
From that point on, most of the employees steered clear of her.
Which was a light bulb moment too.
“You know, Mom, you and Dad give me a hard time about not going on the site, but some of it is your fault because of the way things were handled with Jack.”
Her mother sighed. “I told your father that would happen, but he didn’t care. So yes, we can take responsibility for that.”
“I don’t like being talked about and it was happening. Then most of the employees stayed away as if I was covered in bloody blisters they could contract.”
“I hardly think it was that bad,” her mother argued.
“Bad enough. Time has helped and I promise to be more involved.”
