LOGINBlurb/Synopsis Jane didn't meet him like they all thought she did. It happened much longer than that, in the heart of the city of Vegas, with pulsing music, a painfully short skirt, alcohol, and the compelling thirst to cross the line. But Jane never did. Because she was in love with Shawn, her college lover, it didn't matter that as the year ran by, the attention he paid her lowered with it; that his new secretary wore the same cologne as him; that their three-year marriage was fast becoming boring. She craved more. She demanded more. But Shawn couldn’t see it. Until the night it all ended in the pool of their mansion, blood mixing with the clear water, sirens blasting all around. But Jane's eyes opened again, and she was back in that night in Vegas, with him. The man with the piercing green eyes. The man who was going to be a complicated part of her story.
View MoreJane’s POVIt was quiet when I walked into the house, the blinds all drawn and the sunlight basking in, just the way I liked it. I leaned on the window in the living room, taking a look at the space that had been my home for the last three years.I couldn’t let it go. I couldn’t let a simple mistake ruin a lifetime of vows; a simple misunderstanding get in the way of love.Shawn was distracted, but he loved me. I knew that. All I had to do was make him see me again. And I had to forget Vegas and everything that happened in it. It was something I should never have done. I would talk to Shawn about it. And I would ask him about Lydia. We both needed to start on clean slates.Pulling away from the window, I walked into the kitchen, abandoning my luggage in the living room. The pantry and refrigerator were always stocked up by the housekeeper, who was only allowed into the house on weekends. Shawn hated her around. I did, because he did. I remembered his favorite food from college, so
Jane’s POVHe didn’t wait for a response before pulling me with him away from the beach. He was running and so was I, my feet hitting the ground, the sand gliding off underneath them. Mr. Cooper held me firmly enough that I wasn’t going to fall. But even if I didn’t feel the light squeeze on my wrist, I would still have trusted him with my life. I should be ashamed of myself. Yet, I felt none of those emotions. He tripped over his long legs near the entrance of the beach and brought me along with him, tumbling into the sand. The laugher from the depths of his stomach was unexpected, and it made me laugh too.My shoulders bobbed with every movement. My eyes stung from how hard I laughed. There was nothing funny, yet I felt so light. So alive. “Let’s blame the beer,” he laughed as he got on his feet, stretching his hand to me. I took them, the giggle still on my tongue. “You haven’t even been drinking.”He pointed to the forgotten bottle in my hand. “We don’t need to drink it to be
Jane’s POVI felt like if I blinked for one second, I would miss it all. It was heat and cold altogether, embracing me. It had to be the waves and the cold it carried. I wrapped my hand around my frame, wishing I hadn’t listened to Laura and her choice of clothing.Wishing I hadn’t come here at all.Because, deep down, I knew all it took was one wrong move. He looked like the night, with dark hair falling across his face, dark eyes, and an imposingly tall frame. He overshadowed everyone easily, and I had to remind myself to breathe. When I swallowed, it went the wrong way. The cough that followed reverberated around the space. No one moved an inch. No one took as much as one breath. “Name.”I looked into his eyes. I hated commands. It came with the profession. Being a lawyer meant being in control. But my lips moved without restraint. “Jane.”What the hell was wrong with me? I always introduced myself as Mrs. Jackson. It was the right thing to do, yet here, I didn’t know the differ
Jane’s POVKodaline’s Moving On was pulsing through the walls of the club when we stepped in. Me, in an incredibly short black dress that Shawn must never see me in, and my best friend, Laura, in something much worse.A slutty red dress that hid practically nothing. Her cleavage gleamed with the neon lights as she held on to my hand, pushing me further through the crowd. “Wooo!” She cheered excitedly. Her pitch was infectious, and soon, I found myself laughing. “Now, I don’t get why they have a song this slow on, but we are in Vegas, baby!”“Right,” I chuckled, rolling my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. But I knew nothing escaped Laura because as soon as we reached the bar, she let go of my hand and tilted her head in my direction. “What’s with the tone?”“Nothing,” I drawled. “I am just…”“You are in a club in Vegas, Jane, and that is the only thing that matters right now. Not your stupid husband, Shawn, or his Lydia, his bitch of a secretary. You are going to enjoy every sec
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