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Regret.”
“Do you really think he named the band after you? Since your middle name is Wynter?”
“Oh, Christ on a cracker, Jerrica, God no! Besides, my mother must have been high when she decided to give me that name. Why couldn’t she settle on Heather or Elizabeth?”
We both burst into giddy laughter. We heard the front door to the loft open. My heart beat a little faster and my breath came out in short small bursts until I heard female voices interspersed with Jude and Paul.
Neither Talia nor I bothered to move when Jude walked up the stairs followed by Paul and two identical looking ivory-skinned women. The only difference was the one who clung to Paul had long auburn-brown hair while the other had fiery red hair with blondish highlights interspersed throughout.
“Oh? Did we interrupt anything?” the ginger-haired chick asked in a thick, upper-class Oxbridge accent.
“No, you didn’t. Imogen, this is my sister, Jerrica, and her best friend, Talia. You two, this is Imogen, Ashley’s cousin from London.”
It was Ashley who moved out of Paul’s arms and walked over quickly. “Hello! We didn’t get a chance to meet the other night. I’m Ashley, Paul’s girlfriend.”
I stood and held out my hand. “Very nice to meet you. I’m Jude’s sister, Jerrica, and this is Talia—”
“Yes, I know. Talia and I met the other night.”
Ashley was perfect but I wasn’t convinced she didn’t have a fake bone in her body. She was a nice person with a warm smile and a beautiful disposition, but something about her eyes made me feel like her attitude was forced and unnatural. It didn’t seem fair because I hated her on sight. And from the way her eyes kept darting my way, I wasn’t convinced she liked me either.
Perhaps I wanted her to be a stuck up, stick-up-her-ass bitch so I wouldn’t feel too bad about lusting after her boyfriend, but she was so fucking nice, I instantly felt guilty. I couldn’t help the feeling I was projecting my own emotions onto her to make me feel better. I only managed to make myself feel envious and petty because she had Paul and I didn’t.
Paul and I shouldn’t have shared that intimate kiss in the Hamptons. This young woman deserved better because she was probably an infinitely better human being than I could ever be and that pissed me off.
She didn’t deserve the way Paul had taken me out to lunch like we were old lovers instead of family friends. He didn’t speak to me in a way that friends did, and it secretly pissed me off because he was taking this young woman for a ride.
I knew why he was attracted to her and why she would be a perfect addition to their family. Everything about her was polished and she was just so damned sweet. She deserved a man better than Paul.
“It’s nice to finally meet you and put a name with a face,” I said awkwardly. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to freshen up.”
I walked out of the sitting room and directly to my bedroom where I shut the door and began to pace.
I was completely and totally fucked. No way would Paul give up that prime piece of ass for someone like me. If I was being honest with myself, it shouldn’t happen. I didn’t deserve him—she did.
I was the classic manipulator, and although I could never pull the wool over Jude’s eyes, my parents still thought I was their little angel. They didn’t realize what had happened to me at Vassar or that I was ruined goods. Mom and Dad still considered me a perfect candidate for the Social Register and knew I would be the one with the main story in The New York Times Sunday wedding announcements section when I decided to tie the knot. They weren’t concerned about me in any way, shape, or form because I was tough, I owned my own business, and underneath all my bad ass persona, I could melt for a man as quickly as the next woman.
There was a light knock. Then it opened and Paul walked inside. He closed the door halfway and continued toward me.
“What are you doing
“Do you really think he named the band after you? Since your middle name is Wynter?”
“Oh, Christ on a cracker, Jerrica, God no! Besides, my mother must have been high when she decided to give me that name. Why couldn’t she settle on Heather or Elizabeth?”
We both burst into giddy laughter. We heard the front door to the loft open. My heart beat a little faster and my breath came out in short small bursts until I heard female voices interspersed with Jude and Paul.
Neither Talia nor I bothered to move when Jude walked up the stairs followed by Paul and two identical looking ivory-skinned women. The only difference was the one who clung to Paul had long auburn-brown hair while the other had fiery red hair with blondish highlights interspersed throughout.
“Oh? Did we interrupt anything?” the ginger-haired chick asked in a thick, upper-class Oxbridge accent.
“No, you didn’t. Imogen, this is my sister, Jerrica, and her best friend, Talia. You two, this is Imogen, Ashley’s cousin from London.”
It was Ashley who moved out of Paul’s arms and walked over quickly. “Hello! We didn’t get a chance to meet the other night. I’m Ashley, Paul’s girlfriend.”
I stood and held out my hand. “Very nice to meet you. I’m Jude’s sister, Jerrica, and this is Talia—”
“Yes, I know. Talia and I met the other night.”
Ashley was perfect but I wasn’t convinced she didn’t have a fake bone in her body. She was a nice person with a warm smile and a beautiful disposition, but something about her eyes made me feel like her attitude was forced and unnatural. It didn’t seem fair because I hated her on sight. And from the way her eyes kept darting my way, I wasn’t convinced she liked me either.
Perhaps I wanted her to be a stuck up, stick-up-her-ass bitch so I wouldn’t feel too bad about lusting after her boyfriend, but she was so fucking nice, I instantly felt guilty. I couldn’t help the feeling I was projecting my own emotions onto her to make me feel better. I only managed to make myself feel envious and petty because she had Paul and I didn’t.
Paul and I shouldn’t have shared that intimate kiss in the Hamptons. This young woman deserved better because she was probably an infinitely better human being than I could ever be and that pissed me off.
She didn’t deserve the way Paul had taken me out to lunch like we were old lovers instead of family friends. He didn’t speak to me in a way that friends did, and it secretly pissed me off because he was taking this young woman for a ride.
I knew why he was attracted to her and why she would be a perfect addition to their family. Everything about her was polished and she was just so damned sweet. She deserved a man better than Paul.
“It’s nice to finally meet you and put a name with a face,” I said awkwardly. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to freshen up.”
I walked out of the sitting room and directly to my bedroom where I shut the door and began to pace.
I was completely and totally fucked. No way would Paul give up that prime piece of ass for someone like me. If I was being honest with myself, it shouldn’t happen. I didn’t deserve him—she did.
I was the classic manipulator, and although I could never pull the wool over Jude’s eyes, my parents still thought I was their little angel. They didn’t realize what had happened to me at Vassar or that I was ruined goods. Mom and Dad still considered me a perfect candidate for the Social Register and knew I would be the one with the main story in The New York Times Sunday wedding announcements section when I decided to tie the knot. They weren’t concerned about me in any way, shape, or form because I was tough, I owned my own business, and underneath all my bad ass persona, I could melt for a man as quickly as the next woman.
There was a light knock. Then it opened and Paul walked inside. He closed the door halfway and continued toward me.
“What are you doing
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