Not Quite Dating
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Billionaire?
Jack?
The reporter went on with a list of names, some public, others inconsequential, that the media deemed possible for the future Mrs. Morrison.
Jessie’s name wasn’t on it.
Her jaw trembled and the blood in her head started a rapid descent to her feet.
“Jessie?”
Jack Moore wasn’t even his name. God, how could she have been so blind? How could she have been so bamboozled that she didn’t know who Jack really was?
“Jessie?”
The reported cut to a different story, but the imprint of Jack standing in the lobby of his hotel, holding on to a different woman, and basking in the spotlight with his billionaire father would forever be stamped in her mind.
He lied to me.
“Mommy, are you OK?”
“Jessie, sit down before you pass out.” Monica tugged on her arm, guiding her to sit on the sofa.
“He lied to me,” she whispered. Jessie found Monica’s eyes and saw her own confusion mirrored in her sister’s gaze. “Lied to me, Monica. Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure there’s an explanation—”
“No. You saw the picture. Who was that woman he was hanging on to?” His intended bride? Jack knew she wouldn’t say yes to marriage with a dreamer. Had he planned all along to propose and then remind her that she hadn’t accepted? And for what? Did he want to carry on an affair with her after he married someone in his peer circle? The woman at his side was dressed to kill.
“I’m not sure. We’ve got to be missing something, Jessie.”
Jessie took several quick breaths through her nose. The muscles in her chest started to constrict and her head began to ache.
“I’ve got to go,” Jessie said as she stood and searched the apartment for her purse.
Her only thought was to confront Jack. Surprise him as he’d shocked her.
“Jessie, don’t be rash. Jack cares about you.”
She laughed without humor. “Right!” Jessie found her purse and dug inside for her keys.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Danny cried.
Jack wasn’t hurting only her. Danny had fallen for him, too. “Nothing, buddy. Just stay here with Auntie Monica. I’ll be back soon.” How dare Jack do this to them!
“Jessie, stop and think about what you’re doing.”
“Stop and think? Monica, did you just see the same thing I did? Jack lied to us. All of us. From day one.” How could she be so stupid? “Stay here with Danny.”
Jessie fled the apartment with Monica calling after her, “Maybe he had a reason!”
No reason would be good enough.
Anger in the form of heat raged in her veins. Jessie told herself to calm down so she could drive. She forced her foot off the accelerator and kept her speed to the posted limit.
“Jack Morrison.” She wanted to scream and pound her fist into his chest. Morrison. He’d played a waiter in the bar to do what, earn her trust? Trust from a woman while he lied to her on a daily basis?
How could he hold her, make love to her…promise tomorrow when he planned on being with someone else? He hadn’t repeated his proposal last night. Now Jessie knew why. He didn’t plan on her being anything but a diversion. Dipping into the cheap side of town.
“Most eligible bachelor,” she mumbled as she found the entrance to the hotel.
Jessie pulled her car up to the valet and jumped out.
The man standing there held his hand out for her keys.
“I’m not staying,” she told him as she blew past him.
“You can’t park here,” he called after her.
Jessie ignored him and walked into the lobby. The lobby Jack owned. Her jaw tightened and her nails dug into her skin from fisting her hands.
“Ma’am, you can’t leave your car in the turnaround.” The valet was running behind her to keep up.
At the reception desk, Jessie pushed her way around the customer standing there. “Where is Jack Morrison?”
“Excuse me,” the guest at the desk said.
“If you’ll just wait—”
“Where is he?” Jessie raised her voice. “It’s urgent.” She tried to calm down, but her entire body shook. She now knew what a dragon felt like right before it shot fire from its mouth.
“He’s in a meeting, miss. Let me have your name—”
“Where?”
The receptionist glanced over Jessie’s shoulder, giving away the general direction of where Jack was holding his meeting.
On the far side of the lobby, an archway indicated a conference room.
Jessie pivoted and started marching toward the man she knew as Jack Moore.
The lying bastard.
“You can’t go in there!”
Watch me.
Chapter Sixteen
“The market analysis indicated a strong and positive response to the name change, Jack.” Eric passed around a copy of the charts Jack had asked for so they could finalize the naming of the hotel chain.
Jack sat at one end of the conference table, and his father sat at the opposite side by the door. In between were employees ranging from marketing, accounting, Dean’s second in command from his contracting firm, and a couple of lawyers to ensure the legal department’s advice was followed.
“Then it looks like we have everything set for the…” Jack’s words trailed off as voices outside the conference door indicated someone wasn’t where they were supposed to be.
Jack?
The reporter went on with a list of names, some public, others inconsequential, that the media deemed possible for the future Mrs. Morrison.
Jessie’s name wasn’t on it.
Her jaw trembled and the blood in her head started a rapid descent to her feet.
“Jessie?”
Jack Moore wasn’t even his name. God, how could she have been so blind? How could she have been so bamboozled that she didn’t know who Jack really was?
“Jessie?”
The reported cut to a different story, but the imprint of Jack standing in the lobby of his hotel, holding on to a different woman, and basking in the spotlight with his billionaire father would forever be stamped in her mind.
He lied to me.
“Mommy, are you OK?”
“Jessie, sit down before you pass out.” Monica tugged on her arm, guiding her to sit on the sofa.
“He lied to me,” she whispered. Jessie found Monica’s eyes and saw her own confusion mirrored in her sister’s gaze. “Lied to me, Monica. Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure there’s an explanation—”
“No. You saw the picture. Who was that woman he was hanging on to?” His intended bride? Jack knew she wouldn’t say yes to marriage with a dreamer. Had he planned all along to propose and then remind her that she hadn’t accepted? And for what? Did he want to carry on an affair with her after he married someone in his peer circle? The woman at his side was dressed to kill.
“I’m not sure. We’ve got to be missing something, Jessie.”
Jessie took several quick breaths through her nose. The muscles in her chest started to constrict and her head began to ache.
“I’ve got to go,” Jessie said as she stood and searched the apartment for her purse.
Her only thought was to confront Jack. Surprise him as he’d shocked her.
“Jessie, don’t be rash. Jack cares about you.”
She laughed without humor. “Right!” Jessie found her purse and dug inside for her keys.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Danny cried.
Jack wasn’t hurting only her. Danny had fallen for him, too. “Nothing, buddy. Just stay here with Auntie Monica. I’ll be back soon.” How dare Jack do this to them!
“Jessie, stop and think about what you’re doing.”
“Stop and think? Monica, did you just see the same thing I did? Jack lied to us. All of us. From day one.” How could she be so stupid? “Stay here with Danny.”
Jessie fled the apartment with Monica calling after her, “Maybe he had a reason!”
No reason would be good enough.
Anger in the form of heat raged in her veins. Jessie told herself to calm down so she could drive. She forced her foot off the accelerator and kept her speed to the posted limit.
“Jack Morrison.” She wanted to scream and pound her fist into his chest. Morrison. He’d played a waiter in the bar to do what, earn her trust? Trust from a woman while he lied to her on a daily basis?
How could he hold her, make love to her…promise tomorrow when he planned on being with someone else? He hadn’t repeated his proposal last night. Now Jessie knew why. He didn’t plan on her being anything but a diversion. Dipping into the cheap side of town.
“Most eligible bachelor,” she mumbled as she found the entrance to the hotel.
Jessie pulled her car up to the valet and jumped out.
The man standing there held his hand out for her keys.
“I’m not staying,” she told him as she blew past him.
“You can’t park here,” he called after her.
Jessie ignored him and walked into the lobby. The lobby Jack owned. Her jaw tightened and her nails dug into her skin from fisting her hands.
“Ma’am, you can’t leave your car in the turnaround.” The valet was running behind her to keep up.
At the reception desk, Jessie pushed her way around the customer standing there. “Where is Jack Morrison?”
“Excuse me,” the guest at the desk said.
“If you’ll just wait—”
“Where is he?” Jessie raised her voice. “It’s urgent.” She tried to calm down, but her entire body shook. She now knew what a dragon felt like right before it shot fire from its mouth.
“He’s in a meeting, miss. Let me have your name—”
“Where?”
The receptionist glanced over Jessie’s shoulder, giving away the general direction of where Jack was holding his meeting.
On the far side of the lobby, an archway indicated a conference room.
Jessie pivoted and started marching toward the man she knew as Jack Moore.
The lying bastard.
“You can’t go in there!”
Watch me.
Chapter Sixteen
“The market analysis indicated a strong and positive response to the name change, Jack.” Eric passed around a copy of the charts Jack had asked for so they could finalize the naming of the hotel chain.
Jack sat at one end of the conference table, and his father sat at the opposite side by the door. In between were employees ranging from marketing, accounting, Dean’s second in command from his contracting firm, and a couple of lawyers to ensure the legal department’s advice was followed.
“Then it looks like we have everything set for the…” Jack’s words trailed off as voices outside the conference door indicated someone wasn’t where they were supposed to be.
