Layla froze, body shaking. "How dare you lie against me?!" Jason scoffed. "You are the only liar here, Layla." "This is how you've always been. You bullied me while we dated, and you are doing it again!" "Is it memory loss?" Jason faked concern for her. "You took off your clothes and spread your legs for me on that bed. You wanted me to fuck you like the whore you are—" "Watch your mouth!" Rick growled. And Jason locked eyes with him as he continued, "Layla, you tried convincing me to do it. Rick would never know, you said. Two men all to yourself. That was what you wanted." "It's funny how you consider yourself a man." "We've been through this, Ander," Jason immediately sighed, "A daddy's boy has no right to speak. He's already half of one." Rick growled again, "Shut your mouth! If you talk to her like that again, I won't hold back!" Claire and the woman at her side were quickly forgotten as both men stared themselves down. Jason would never let them win. "Layla, tell him

Jason turned back to them. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the manager had stopped to say something, too. "Jason," Brady bowed, looking contrite, "The table Mr. Raymond booked for your date is over there. For the sake of the inconveniences you just faced, everything you will order tonight will be on the house." Jason nodded, and the man left again. Julane made eye contact with him, shocked at the name the manager just called him. He had been right about her. He rubbed a sweaty hand over his mouth. "Are you Julane Halston?" "Are you... Jason?" She tossed a question right back. Jason nodded, shocked stiff that she had been the one all along. The fiancée he had come here to have a date with. Then, he remembered the flowers he got for her. He picked it up from the table nearest to them. "Have this. I got it for you." Jason straightened the already wrinkled petals. He hadn't treated the pretty rose flower well because of all the distractions. He prayed she would like it, b

Jason eyed the pocket money Julane handed him. For a long minute, he just stood there watching the atm card in her hands. It was flashy, nothing he had ever seen before."You didn't have to do this for me—""No, but if you are going to be my husband, you will have to look the part." Julane insisted, holding out the card.Jason's lips thinned. He saw it in her eyes. She was looking down on him now, thinking he was worth nothing, thinking that she couldn't afford to be seen with him in public.The corner of Jason's mouth twitched. His plan to play the pauper had worked too well.Then, he said on a sigh, "I take pride in working for my money. Thank you for your kindness, but I will pass." Jason turned to the exit while she frowned in shock. He had just refused free money. A pauper like him. It wasn't ordinary.Julane said, "This isn't just any bank card! There are only four of it existing." She stood in his path, raising the card before him, goading him to take it."I see.""Where I'm f

Jason opened the door and approached Mila, who had her hands gripping her scalp and tears running down her face. He made his footsteps light. "Mila," he called softly. She sniffled, burying her face in her palms. "What is it, Jason? This isn't a great time." "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help—" "Nothing!" She snapped at him, thrashing her hands in the air while the tears streamed down her face faster. "There is nothing you or anyone else that I know can do to help me!" He held her arm, but she recoiled, moving away from him like he was a deadly plague she had to avoid. Mila ran a hand down her face. "Just try me, Mila—" "Jason! I already said you can't help me. Not even the money you won from the lottery can make you useful to me right now." She placed a palm on her forehead, turning away from him. He saw that she was upset. He tried remembering the details of the call, but he couldn’t put two and two together because he didn't hear what was being said on the ot

Jason felt sorry for these men. He shook his head in pity as the ghost of a smile played on his lips. "What's that look on your face, dog?" Rick slapped the back of his head, holding back the security guards from grabbing Jason. "Do you feel like punching me in the face?" "I'd rather give you a plastic surgery with my fist." Rick and Ander shared a guffaw. They thought they had won him this time around. It was fun to walk all over the weak for them. But Jason was only just getting started with these pig-heads. "It is too bad you're the only one who'd be having their face rearranged today, Jason." Ander taunted him from the side, still watching them shred the suit to pieces. Jason glanced sideways at the senior rep and said, "Aren't you scared of bad reveiws from a client? You just let this daddy's boy throw a tantrum like he still wears diapers." Rick grabbed Jason's shoulders and shook it. That glint of mischief in his eyes raved on. "There's always someone else who could take