Either way, I still hated him. I hated everything he represented. But most of all, I hated what he meant to her. He was obviously the type she preferred: rich, pampered, entitled. He was everything I wasn’t.
White-hot envy burned deep in my gut. I just couldn’t believe she was already taken or that she was the kind of person I usually resented.
None of this made sense. If fate had really labeled Eva Mercer as my soul mate, then why did we come from worlds so far apart it was frankly a miracle we’d ever crossed paths? Which made me wonder how a girl from the yacht club kind of life had ended up at the Forbidden Nightclub at two in the morning on a Thursday night, six or seven months pregnant. Mason’s girl was obviously her cousin but...fuck, it didn’t matter. I’d never see her again.
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