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looks I was to my mother yet inwardly, although I shared some of her genetic flaws, we were poles apart. Gina Matthews Dawson had been emotionally deficient as a mother, seeking money and position rather than her only daughters love. The emerald green eyes gazing at me were hers, the long auburn air hers also. My petite, slender figure, ample breast size and distinctive high cheekbones were also inherited from her gene pool. Emotionally we shared a sense of loneliness and disparity at times, which is definitely where the similarities ended.  I realised that now. Gina had been incapable of love for anything other than dollar bills and the lifestyle they paid for. Her driving need for wealth overshadowed my need for a mother, leaving a void in my life from childhood I had never been able to fulfil until now. I couldn’t allow myself to walk her path, live her life. And if that meant laying myself bare and accepting the bad alongside the good then so be it. In order to grow, I had to let people in, even if doing so made me vulnerable and susceptible to disappointment and failure. That meant trusting those in my life, believing in their intentions and offering them the same traits in return. Trusting Jonah had to involve complete honesty, something lacking from our relationship at present. The only way to scale that hurdle was for his ass to start talking, no more stalling with sex, and it needed to happen sooner rather than later.
    My cell phone rang loudly, its ring tone echoing around the room, interrupting my train of thoughts. Glancing at the caller ID, the name showing told me this was a call I needed to take
    “Greetings from Chicago, gorgeous,” my mood lightened instantly as the deep voice of my best friends’ brother vibrated down the line.
    “Hey Cameron, greetings from St. Tropez,” I replied with an enthusiasm in my voice which Cameron Collins always brought out. After inheriting millions and an international company from my deceased step-father that I neither expected nor wanted, Cameron had agreed to fly to Chicago on my behalf and report back to me regularly on the goings on and workings within the company I was now, unwillingly, CEO of.
     
    A.M Enterprises meant absolutely jack shit to me, never had. I had no idea what the company did or how it was run and in all honesty had no care to find out. After convincing myself that I had to at least face up to the fact that I now owned a company that traded globally and was a means of income for hundreds of people, asking Cameron to use his business qualifications, experience and background in helping me deal with what lay ahead of me had proven one of my best ideas to date. He flew to Chicago the day after Charlotte and me had left for Paris and his regular updates and reassurances that he was dealing with the situation and things were running smoothly and as planned, proved him being there had been a wise move. The Collins family were renowned back home in London for their business acumen and fruitful dealings so accepting their freely offered support and advice, although something I wasn’t used to doing, made me so glad I actually had.
    “What have you been doing with your pretty little arse while I’ve been slaving away over here, whipping your company into shape?”
    His witty banter and unique way with words made me smile broadly. “Hey, I’m the boss; I pay your ass to deal with business while I play.”
    “Play uh? Is there something or someone I need to know about?” His question, although seemingly innocent, reeked of suspicious curiosity. I bit my lip as thoughts of Jonah, naked and sleeping in the next room filled me with a sense of guilt. Cameron was thousands of miles away taking care of things at my request while I was in St. Tropez, basking daily in the sun and had just spent the night fucking the man who broke my heart, leaving Cameron and his sister Charlotte, also my best friend, to pick up the pieces. Leaving Jonah out of the