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On closer inspection, and thinking about it, it looks as if it’s managed by an external media company. Or Blake maybe.Fucking Blake.The guy I can’t find any information about. It’s killing me that she’s currently next door with him, and Poppy.Does Poppy like him more than me?

Why does it matter? All you did was change her diaper and look after the little cutie for a couple of hours.

I smile to myself.

It was a great couple of hours, though.

However, my judgment is way off since I’ve fled my hometown. With no job prospects or even a roof over my head, and with my beautiful Aston Martin Vantage sold, Jade would never be interested in someone like me. After all, I have nothing to offer.Although, I have my trust fund money.

Maybe I should start my own business? It would certainly allow me to have control.

What the hell would I do?

Still lazing with my back against the headboard, I continue my detective work.

Having found out from Gregor that he’s friends with Jade’s ex on social media, I click open a new tab on my internet browser, open Gregor’s page, and typeMichaelinto Gregor’sfriend list. With only one option, I click on his name and there he is in a flight suit, all sickly-sweet smiles and oozing success.

Selecting his photos folder, there is only one of Poppy, looking only a few days old. The rest are all selfies.

“What a douche canoe,” I mutter to myself.

I scroll further and stop in my tracks as dozens of photos of Jade and Michael cuddling, laughing at parties and on holiday appear. I click and open the one that catches my eye, stealing my breath away.

A picture of Jade fills the screen. Head in hand, she’s casually leaning across a dining table, wearing a plain white tee, her long copper hair spilling over her shoulders in waves; a stark contrast against the white fabric. No makeup, big pouty pink lips, and massive blue eyes stare back at me as if looking into my soul.

Her beauty knocks the air from my lungs, my mouth instantly dry and blood rushing through my brain.

“Holy fucking shit.” I palm my twitching cock over the fabric of my shorts, remembering how she cried my name last night as she came on my tongue.

I want her.

A text drops into my phone.

Gregor

I arranged your visitor’s pass. Blake approved a team pass for you too, which will give you access to all areas. Go to Jade’s and pick it up from Blake. You need that for tomorrow.

Another text drops in.

Gregor

At least you’ll be able to see if you can take Blake on ;) I didn’t pack my boxing gloves though, sorry.

Me

Idiot.

Gregor

*Laughing emoji*

Go now.

What’s the urgency?

I jump off the bed and examine my outfit in the mirror, then pull on a pair of white sneakers, internally telling myself it’s not a fashion show, nor is it a competition.

Yes, it fucking is.

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