FORBIDDEN PASSION: Sold to My Uncle, Loved by His Son
I turned toward the restroom, moving quickly, but before I could take more steps, another voice called out to me.
Shit!
“Hi, Jackson.”
I grasped my jaw in anger.
It was Stormy. Jade’s step brother stood a few feet away, watching me with an amused smirk. He looked like Douchebag! Just like I remembered.
“I heard you do now, congratulations,” he smiled, lifting a glass in celebration. ”You are surely embodying the role.”
I didn’t respond. I had nothing to say to him. But he wasn’t embarrassed. “I see you inherited Jade along with your father’s empire.” His smirk widened.