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Like he would understand…

Instead, it’s my father’s voice I hear…

Silly girl

Chapter 3

Jackson

A possessive fury has ony I’ve not felt before

Mine Mine Mine

I scan the bar as one of the Houston group laughs and nuzzles his pair of prostitutes’ necks I catch hi a hand up one of their skirts, and distaste makes me turn away

I’m embarrassed to be surrounded by these fucks All of thes

At forty-one, I’ve never ot close

I own homes in Manhattan, Thousand Oaks, a private island off the coast of Grand Cayman as well as a monstrosity of a house I built to surprise rew up They refused to h, they were ether just after they married So, there it sits, empty, except when I visit

I spend themy businesses from several offices in the city

I know a lot of people in ure I’m a womanizer A manwhore as I’ve heard it called I don’t bother to correct theive a shit about winning Aboutout on top

I have busted et to where I am I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in h My parents, adoptive as they are, were great and taught me about hard work

So that’s what I did

Worked fucking hard for everything I have

Who knohat my life would have been like if my birth mother hadn’t dropped me off in a laundry basket at the Catholic charity center? I don’t dwell, but I’m sure if I ever bothered with therapy there would be quite a few sessions on abandonment issues that have led to a lack of an ability to become attached to most humans

During the day, I sit on the board of several Fortune 500 companies I'm also the CEO of my venture capital investround up But for all my success, I’ve kept a low profile I’ sport’s franchises, flashy nights out, fast cars or anything that draws attention