Chapter 248


    I catch the way he’s looking at me and I get it. He thought he knew love until he found it with the right


    person and my stomach somersault, a little jump of happiness, probably mildly inappropriate right now.


    “I know, but I should’ve seen her what she was, the way she always twisted things, so she was the


    victim. For years, she had me hating you, believing that you broke her heart and she could never trust


    me because of it. Too stupid to realize it was all her and you were just as much a part of the fall out as I


    was.” He looks genuinely sorry. There’s something decenting through about Ben, despite what I


    know of him and the past, underneath all that anger and rivalry is a guy that once meant a lot to Jake.


    “And now? … Your obviously still in love her if you wanted to try again?” Jake watches Ben intensely


    and Ben shrugs.


    “I was … Maybe I still am. I don’t know. I never could understand why no matter what I did she wanted


    you. But now I realize, Marissa doesn’t know love, she only does possession. She thinks you owe her;


    she hates that you walked away and won’t ept that she can’t have you. To her I’m a sure bet she


    can pick up whenever she feels like it so to her, I’m not any fun anymore.” He sighs, knocking his ss


    against the table, emotions running across his face in a sh.


    “She’s cold and calcted so none of this surprises me.” Jakeces his fingers in mine and pulls my


    hand to his mouth, rubbing my knuckles across his lips. A gentle gesture to reassure me because of


    the topic, always caring about how I feel. Right now, with him and all this mess, I’m strangely detached


    and emotionally tired; Marissa and her antics exhaust me.


    “So, what do we do now? … How do we find out who the father is?” Ben is watching us a little closely,


    hints of envy glimmering in his pretty face.


    “We can’t find out for definite until it’s here, but I’m not one to sit back and wait while she calls all the


    shots. We go see her, now, and let her know her little fucking game is up.” Jake’s tone has tightened


    considerably, and I think the anger is beginning to settle in. The fact that she’s been deceiving us all for


    months has obviously dawned on him. My chest tightens and I turn to Jake with wide worried eyes.


    “You want to confront her?” I sound childlike and vulnerable suddenly, every instinct telling me he


    shouldn’t do this tonight.


    “Why not?” Jake has the look of a man severely pissed and not about to drop it. He’s also more than a


    little drunk and impulsive spontaneity is his worst trait when he’s under the influence.


    “Because it’s stupid o’clock in the morning and you’re both drunk.” I try for sense, not getting any, with


    a wolf like snarl they both nod in agreeance at Jake’s n.


    “Can’t imagine a better time.” Ben quips in and both men raise an eyebrow in solidarity. It’s not hard to


    see that these two used to get along. They are annoyingly simr right now, reading each other’s


    minds, already making moves to get up.


    Oh crap, crap, shit.


    “You don’t even know where she is.” I sound panicked and I am. This has stupid written all over it and a


    part of me wants Jake to take me home so we can talk alone and process all of this. I have no idea


    what confronting her right now will do.


    “She’s here in Manhattan, her father’s apartment.” Ben points out as Jake lifts his full ss from the


    table and downs it in one very fast glug.


    That’s not a good sign. Oh god.


    “You sure?” Jake’s even voice is simmering with rage. His no-nonsense posture and tense muscles


    make my heart pound through my chest.


    “Positive. I was screwing her friend Amyst night, that’s how I found out she was pregnant. Amy told


    me where she is.” Ben shrugs into his jacket.


    What is it with these Casanova men and random hook ups?


    “Why haven’t you gone to see her then? Asked her before you saw Jake?” I wish he had, we could’ve


    avoided all of this, saved it for a time when Jake is sober, and this isn’t so fresh. I can feel anger


    bubbling inside of him and it’s only spelling disaster.


    “I needed space to think. Then when I saw you two at the club earlier, I figured some confirmation was


    a good idea. For all I knew Amy was lying.” Ben is seemingly more epting of this situation than


    Jake, but it’s most likely because he hasn’t had months of Marissa badgering him, arguing, and digging


    her ws in.


    There’s something so … Jake-like in Ben … old Jake. It’s in his mannerisms and rmingly simr


    face, something disconcerting about his presence and authority too. Only, Ben is less fiery, calmer, in


    the way that Hunter appears to be. Jake always seems like he has something hot brimming under his


    surface, a sense that you know he’s capable of pouncing. Changing fromid back to crazy aggressive


    in an instant, but Ben doesn’t. He seems to be a calmer and more rxed person than Jake.


    “No better time than the present.” Jake’s already on his feet, pulling me with him, that spark simmering,


    highlighting what I was thinking. I wonder if it’s the hot Italian blood Sylvana likes to boast about.


    Uh oh.


    “Jake. Wait until tomorrow or maybe I should go home?” inner panic is setting in and a wash of fatigue.


    I don’t want to get into an all-out screaming match with Marissa again, as much as thest one ended


    in happy tears, this one might not.


    “No. I want you with me, baby. I swear we won’t need to stay long. I’m sure Ben will want some time


    alone with her to talk when we’re done, then I’ll take you home. I want you to witness this too.” Jake


    leans in, kissing me tenderly, his hand grazing my face softly and I catch Ben’s eyes on me. Jake


    doesn’t want to be with Marissa without me being there, always in the back of his head that I won’t trust


    him. I would rather he went without me in this.


    “This is a better fit,” Ben says suddenly, nodding at me, “You and Emma. I see what Marissa always


    wanted with you and never got. It’s obvious how much you love her; it was never obvious with


    Marissa.” He drops his chin to his chest. “I don’t have that with her either … I don’t think I ever will,


    even if the kid is mine. I can’t trust the bitch anymore.” He lets out another deted breath.


    Ouch.


    Ben lifts his head and gets to his feet, a showing seriousness to his face and we all head out. Jake all


    but has to drag me out into the crisp dawn air on a mission I want to be no part of. Jefferson appears


    as though by magic, and I wonder where he’s been hiding all night.


    Surely that isn’t what he has to do? Sit around and wait for us?


    We slide into the car and Jake pulls his phone out and dials before sticking it to his ear with a look on


    his face of sheer determination and a somewhat sardonic expression. It rings for a few minutes before


    she answers him. I can almost make out her sensual purring on the other end of the receiver even from


    my distance.


    “Marissa, it’s Jake. I need to see you, where are you?” He sounds deceivingly sexy as he tries to keep


    his tone even. I know he wants to make her think he’s begging to see her for something she may


    actually like.


    I shiver with jealousy but bite it down. He sounds like the guy from the office, the one who used to call


    dates and arrange casual hook ups, back when I was nothing more than his assistant. Casanova in full


    control.


    “Stay there. I’m on my way.” He slurs a little, trying to make sure she thinks he’sing to see her for a


    booty call in the middle of the night or early morning whatever it is, believing that she’s getting a


    drunken Jake and some sort of reunion. He’s making sure she’ll open the door to him, alone. I know it’s


    pretend but it still makes me hurt and emotional. I look at myp and instantly feel his mouth against


    my temple.


    “I love you, baby,” he whispers quietly in my ear brushing my hair back, his eyes finding mine


    reassuringly with a small tender smile.


    Always so in tune with me.


    I smile up into his adoring face and melt.


    “Still a clever fucker.” Ben smiles and Jake pulls me closer, an arm around my shoulders between the


    two men, as he helps me get my seat belt on in the ck Lexus. Ben is still on the pavement at the


    open door, leaning in.


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    “Much smarter than you ever were Benny-boy.” Jake smiles back, a moment of friendly sparks


    suddenly fill the air. It’s weird yet strangelyforting.


    “That’s true, you saw through her shit and got the fuck away … I kept getting dragged back, repeatedly


    it seems.” Ben sighs and climbs in beside me. I notice that Jake has no qualms about sitting me


    between them. Jake of yesterday would’ve put me on one side away from Ben, guarding me


    possessively from the guy he hates so much. But, in thest hour something has changed between the


    two men, some sort of truce and forgiveness in such a simple conversation.