CHAPTER137
Choke on your own tongue, Marissa.
“Just tell him it’s urgent, that we need to talk. Today! As soon as he can!” Venom drips in her voice, intended for me. Seems the feeling is mutual between us.
“Okay, I shall. Bye then,” I retort coolly and end the call before she gets a chance to say another word, smug at hanging up on her.
Bitch!
My fingers hover over the screen with temptation, and yet I waiver.
Don’t do it. Don’t look, Emma.
My curiosity gets the better of me, and I swipe and go to his text inbox; the passcode request comes up and I falter. I know the codes to his cell; he gave them to me, but I’ve never needed to check his texts before. Most business-related enquiries come as calls.
I punch it in quickly before I change my mind and scan the list of names. Marissa is near the top; he’s been texting her recently.
What am I doing?
I notice a couple of other female names and feel instantly sick.
Why am I doing this?
I hesitate again and click Marissa’s name; the last text is from her to him. I pale as I scan it, knowing how stupid this is, but now I can’t unsee it.
“I still love you Jake. We can make this work, I’m so glad this happened between us, a new beginning. xxx”
It’s from two days ago, and I feel physically nauseated. I close the screen, my hands shaking, and I slide it back on the desk. My breathing is instantly labored, and my heart is fluttering.
Shit. I shouldn’t have looked; I shouldn’t have pried.
He’s sleeping with Marissa again. The tone suggests she was a past conquest, maybe more.
The thought bothers me so much more than Redhead, or any other female I’ve ever known him with. Although that didn’t sound like nothing; that sounded like more than just sex. She told him she still loves him. Jake never does love; he moves on quickly, so it never gets to that point.
How long has he been seeing Marissa for love to be involved? Was that why she was being that way on the yacht? Was he seeing her even then, behind Richard’s back? Even while kissing me?
I rub my face and realize my cheeks are flaming. I’m dizzy and sick. I shouldn’t have done that. I need to eat, maybe it will make me feel less faint. I’m hot, sweating, maybe I need a glass of water. All I know is that I am out of sorts and the room is suddenly claustrophobic. I get up from the table, and the swirling dizziness hits me out of nowhere.
Shit.
I reach out to grab the table and miss."
