Since he wasn’t my real father, he had no obligation to me. I know if mom got cut off, then I would be little more than a pauper, and I could never let that happen.
I’d had to come up with a way to secure my future. Jace was the ultimate prize and I’d already won him before this latest fiasco.
But for some reason, he wasn’t as malleable and easily led as men twice his age, and after this whole thing unfolded and I had to take matters into my own hands he changed even more.
I knew from the beginning that there would be no way of managing him with my looks and sex. I guess I had his meddling ass parents to thank for that.
He had always given off this air of power and authority that was so fucking hot in one so young.
But I don’t think Jace Saunders was ever just a boy; and my time with him was always exhilarating and nerve wracking.
His mother had always turned up her nose at me, and his dad was indifferent at best, which for a girl like me was anathema.
I wasn’t accustomed to being ignored and the fact that I would give anything for their approval only made it worse.
Which brings us to my next problem. Sian Claiborne. The very thought of her name is infuriating. And to hear that his parents had accepted her, that his mother had even gone so far as to help choose her ring, a ring that should’ve been mine.
No, I will never accept it. She thinks she’s won but it wasn’t over yet. There was still a way, there had to be. I would never accept anything else.
My body moved faster, harder as my mind raced. “Harder, fuck me harder you bastard.” He was only too happy to oblige, but by then he was no longer there, they never really are. Always, there’s one face I see, one lover’s hands I imagine.
***
When I had snagged Jace Saunders away from the blossoming attentions of the latest idiot to set her sights on him, I knew I had it made.
He was the perfect man for me, or will be once we got the hell out of high school and took our rightful places in Hollywood society.
Of course I would have to disannul him of his stupid notion about playing for the NFL, but that was easy. Or so I’d thought.
I’d had our whole life together mapped out. My acquisition of Jace had been in the works for a while before I finally made my move.
Had I not had my ambitions, he would’ve been my choice anyway. He was the hottest catch in our little world after all, not to mention young starlets the world over would give their eyeteeth to be on his arm.
Women had been rumored to be after him since he was about fifteen or so, believe it or not.
I’d watched him with other girls since we were younger, biding my time, learning all there was to know about his likes and dislikes.
I’d even befriended a few of his girlfriends in the past to learn inside information if you will, and sometimes, especially if I thought he was getting too serious or too close to one of them, I’d find a way to break them up.
It was going to be a piece of cake wrapping him around my little finger. I’d learned pretty much all there was to know about him by the time I decided to make my move.
But nothing about Jace had been easy. I’d been so used to getting my way all my life, even with my parents, that it was a shock not to be able to get him to do my bidding.
It was as though all the shit I’d spent years learning, all the info I’d been collecting, was for nothing.
He would not and could not be led. It wasn’t that he wasn’t kind, he was very kind and that’s what made it worst.
I was really in love with him by then, a new emotion for me, and not entirely welcome. It made me weak and I couldn’t afford to be weak.
I had a lot to do to secure my future before I thought of giving into such things as emotions. With Jace finally in the bag, I could go back to shoring up my life for many years to come.
And then he’d broken up with me out of the blue.
At first, I’d thought it was just another one of our little tiffs. We’d had a few of those in the months that we’d been together, but they never lasted and I was always able to get him back by my side.
There was no way I could go from being his girl, to not. I mean what else was there?
Everyone knew that Jace Saunders was the prince and one- day, king of Hollywood. Though he liked to keep his and his family’s status hidden and he wasn’t into flashing his significant power around, I would have no problem with that.
Most of our issues had stemmed from that very thing come to think of it. Where Jace was laid back and blasé about his wealth, I was more of the school of thought that if you’ve got it-flaunt it.
I saw nothing wrong with treating people that were beneath me a certain way, it’s what was expected after all, everybody knew that.
The haves and the have-nots were to be kept separate at all cost, and how better to do that, than by constantly reminding those poor lesser beings of their station in life?
But somehow, Jace always seemed displeased with me when I squashed one of the little underlings under my feet. That was the one thing I had missed when I was studying him all that time.
I never really paid attention to how he treated the people around him, who all knew by the way, that he would one day own them if they wanted to do anything in this town.
As his wife, I was going to make sure there was a divide. I saw it as just another one of those things that I was going to have to teach him, though none of my plans to do that had been working so far.