Now, Jade merely looked at Thomas like he was a mere joke.
Yes, she was still attracted to him but she mastered the will to fight her urges and this was more than enough to keep Thomas at bay.
Thomas wanted to be direct in his seduction and kiss Jade without asking but Brandon was ever present now beside Jade.
Thomas did not have any chance at all.
One night, Thomas stood in his penthouse apartment, surrounded by opulence—glass, steel, leather furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the glittering lights of the city.
But none of it comforted him. He stood shirtless by the window, sipping whiskey from a cut-glass tumbler, staring down at the world like a god plagued by mortal doubts.
"Should I keep going... or pick someone else?" he muttered aloud, voice low and gravelly.
He weighed the pros and cons. He could easily find another woman—maybe not one as beautiful as Jade, but certainly one more pliable, more willing. He didn't need her.
