Chapter 45

I glare at her icily, our eyes meeting for a moment, and I catch a glimmer of smugness. She has no qualms about meeting me dead on and even licks her lips in the process. I feel nothing but disgust and soul-scratching hatred for her.

“Jake… Emma.” Her low husky voice purrs our names as she slips effortlessly into a seat ushered by Sylvana, sliding down gracefully and never once taking her eyes from Jake as he settles me into my chair. I glance at the steak knives in front of me and wonder if Jake would mind if I stabbed her in the face with one.

The waiting staff nearby are laying glasses of wine down on the table. I note that both the glass before her and I are full of fresh orange instead, an inner smugness washes over me, and I wonder if she will even notice.

See, you think you have something over me, Marissa, but I have a secret you will hate more.

I catch Jake watching me carefully as he slides in beside me. Neither of us has said a word since walking in