Bernice POV
I am shocked beyond words at Jessie’s question. Dates? Proposing? Landry?
That’s the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard and I wonder how to say so without hurting my friend’s feelings.
“What do you mean?” Jessie asks, and I swallow hard. Part of me points out that that’s a reasonable question – wasn’t I just saying that Landry seemed to be taking me on dates?
The rest of me reminds myself that love isn’t real and what Landry and I are doing is simply a transaction, nothing more. I straighten my shoulders and take a deep breath.
“Landry and I…we are s****l partners only. We fulfill each other’s needs. There are no feelings, and feelings have no place in a relationship, anyway.”
I learned that first hand. I was a bastard child, the child of my father, the Alpha of S
