From the start, Jacob’s expression was sour. “Mr. Stone, Clara’s over you. Have some dignity, would you?”
No sooner had the words come out than Stone kicked Jacob’s chair, sending him sprawling to the floor.
Jacob hit the ground with a thud, still tangled in the chair. The Stone family was powerful, and even though Stone wasn’t the heir, he had enough clout to do as he pleased in the city. When had a minor celebrity ever dared to challenge him?
Jacob was fuming, his scalp tingling with rage, his lips trembling. “No wonder Clara’s not into you, Mr. Stone.”
Stone just smirked, pulling Clara into his arms with a cocky tilt of his chin. “Look in the mirror before you talk. You’re nothing but a stand-in.”
Jacob felt the sting of humiliation. He’d thought he had Clara wrapped around his finger, but there she was, completely unfazed by his plight.
In a fit of anger, he forgot all of Greysen’s warnings and stormed out, tossing a threat over his shoulder. “Clara, if you want to be with me, deal with your boy toy first.”
He acted like she couldn’t survive without him. But once he drove away, the more he stewed over it, the angrier he got. So he headed to meet some friends, only to find them gossiping about Clara.
“Just the other day, I was in North Ashford for a project. Didn’t expect Clara to be such a big deal there.”
“Who’s Clara?”
“Johnny’s daughter, Mr. Stone’s sidekick. She’s stunning. Jacob should know her—his dad’s high up in the Bradford Group, right?”
Eyes turned to Jacob. Despite not being at the top yet, these guys were all heirs to wealthy families.
Jacob, still sore from Stone’s mockery, set his drink down hard. “Of course, I know her. She’s been chasing me, but I haven’t said yes.”
The room buzzed with interest. “Chasing you?”
Jacob was handsome, which was part of why he’d shot to fame. As the latest heartthrob, he had plenty of admirers.
A smug grin spread across his face. “Yeah, she asked me out tonight. I turned her down. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but once the lights are off, they’re all the same.”
The guys erupted in laughter. “You got her into bed? She wouldn’t even glance my way.”
Jacob sneered, finally feeling like he’d regained some pride. “She’s not hard to get. She seemed a bit dazed when she saw me. A little push, and she agreed. Still thinking about taking it further.”
Compliments flew his way.
Thinking of Clara’s face, Jacob felt a mix of heat and annoyance. That woman had probably been with Stone countless times. Who was she fooling with her act? Once he had her, he’d show her.
He was about to boast more when he felt a chill, like a predator was watching him.
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