Page 39 of Final Verdict
“I told you I don’t mind lies,” he says, ignoring my comment. “That’s not the issue. It’s who you’re performing them for.”
“You’re contradicting yourself...”
“We don’t have to know everything about each other to fuck,” he says, “but I do need to know something else...”
“I told you that I no longer—” My sentence ends against his mouth, and before I can react, he bites down hard on my bottom lip.
“Ahhh...” I moan, and he slowly releases me and saves me from uttering another lie.
“Like I was saying,” he says, tilting my chin up with his fingertips. “I need to know something.”
I nod. I can’t get a word to fall from my lips.
“What the hell do you want from me?” He hisses. “What the fuck are you expecting from this?”
I don’t answer because I don’t want to say.
Because I doubt it’s possible for me to get it.
“Scarlett...” He looks into my eyes. “What do you want?”
“I want...” I manage. “I want…”
“Yes?”
“To be your only one.”
He blinks. “We just met.”
“I’m answering your question,” I say. “That’s what I want...”
“Hmmm.” He stares at me for several seconds. “And if that’s not what I want?”
“Then I’ll accept that and never reach out to you again.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” He steps back and turns away from me, slowly walking to the door.
My heart pangs with every step—as if this man actually means something to me—as if there’s something deeper that I’m about to lose.
Jameson reaches the door, and before I can say anything, he locks it.
Then he turns around and stares at me.
“Open your birthday present.” He commands.
“Now?”
“Yes,” he says. “Now.”
I walk over to where he’s placed it and untie the small ribbon. Removing its top, I suck in a breath at the sight of a stunning diamond necklace with a hazel-colored crown charm hanging at its center.
“Montana sapphire?” I ask.
“Yes,” Jameson says, moving closer. “Flip it over.”
