The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter One Hundred Thirty Four

Sooner or later, she had to accept it was her fault and no one was to blame. Hell, shouldn’t she be grateful that Milton was kind enough to open his door for her?

Looking back, from the moment Milton began opening up to her, he wasn’t unclear at all. He didn’t let his hands wander. His eyes didn’t linger in inappropriate places. Milton carried himself with utter respect.

Those signs had been clear. For Milton, he needed a crying shoulder. And she was the perfect person for that because once upon a time, they spoke of their dreams and vision.

Things changed, big time. Her dream came through. What about his? Theirs?

As a bright young lady, she knew for Milton, it wasn’t working out. If only she had been patient, she would have learned deeply about it. But no, she went ahead and asked him, again!

She wanted more. More which Milton wouldn’t offer. Although she was his supporter, it didn’t mean he would tell her everything.

Natalie knew sooner or later she had to wake up from the dream