Then it was shopping trips. He even volunteered to be my driver.
Later, he "accidentally" spilled something on his shirt, using it as a reason to come upstairs.
The way he looked at me grew less and less innocent with each passing day.
Until one evening, after a business meeting, Jackson got drunk.
His face was flushed, his gaze unfocused, and he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
"Sophia..."
In that moment, my lips curved upward. Got him.
Men were all the same. Every last one of them.
Cheating was never a one-time thing. It was zero times or infinite.
Back when he was with me, he'd let Millicent, my so-called best friend, lure him away.
Now, of course, he'd betray Millicent just as easily for a "Sophia Simmons."
"I'm falling for you."
I met his hazy, pleading eyes and didn't refuse.
So, with only token resistance, Jackson pulled me toward a hotel room.
The moment the door clicked shut, desire overtook him.
His fingers reached for my buttons, but I caught his hand and held it still.
"I want to divorce Arthur. Can you do something for me?"
"Get me what I need."
"And I'm yours. I'll even throw in Stephens Group's confidential files as a show of good faith."