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My Bastard Ex

[From the novel: Jason is talking] "Choose any of them..." - I bend the corners of my mouth in a mischievous smile, showing my new friend the room full of women jumping in the air to the rhythm of the music, showing their smooth legs when their skimpy clothes rise and leading me to pass my tongue between my lips, while my gaze becomes darker and darker when I meet the eyes of a blonde staring at me from afar. "And she will become yours." - I conclude with a more mischievous tone than before, throwing him a quick glance to make sure that he has not regretted and that he will follow our game for the rest of the year. "I want her." - he finally opens his mouth, lifting his chin towards my shoulders after taking a long look around, definitely looking for the woman with the shortest skirt and the most showing off boobs. At the sound of his voice I sneak my fingers through my disheveled hair, following the direction of his perverted gaze a couple of meters behind me, but the smile dies on my lips when my eyes fall on the figure of a woman sitting in a corner of the great hall, with an annoyed expression on her face and her cheeks swollen with anger, as if she had been forced to come to this party. "Do you know her?" The muscles of my neck tighten when my friend continues to insist, while my expression goes from perplexed to serious instantly, without ceasing to stare at her from afar. She came to a party with one of her usual black sweatshirts: she looks like a black sheep among a thousand models. I raise an eyebrow when I notice that she is holding a book in her hand, while her friend tries to get her attention, playing with the long brown locks that I only now realize how much they have grown. "She's seriously reading a book at a party. Who is she?" - I straighten my shoulders when the fucking voice of the man next to me catches my attention, taking my eyes off the figure of the woman behind me with an annoyed grimace: "My ex."

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"Come in." - his smile is much more sincere than mine, while he points with one hand to my right to indicate the next room.

I swallow as I nod at his words, following him when I see him open the large clear glass door.

I never set foot in her house again, even when my sister threatened me to have dinner at her boyfriend's house.

I knew I couldn't avoid them indefinitely. My sister and my ex's brother are getting married in a few months and my family will be his.

"I saw your grades, Miss." - he says with a more serious and authoritative tone, perhaps to make me feel more comfortable as he takes place in front of me, behind a large black wooden desk.

I nod at his words again, raising my chin confidently as I realize what he just said.

My grades are the only thing I am proud of in life, as the rest of my choices have only brought me so much trouble.

"And I saw that you have been requested by other entrepreneurs." - he continues, starting to leaf through a folder between his fingers, which makes me understand that in front of his eyes there are all the information of my life.

I don't know how interesting my life can be, as I grew up in an orphanage until my sister turned eighteen and took me away with her.

We found peace in Miami, where I graduated and decided to live the rest of my life, hoping to find my biological mother, whom I keep looking for without my sister knowing.

"Why do you insist so much on staying in Florida?" - he asks without thinking twice, making me lose my smile and start rummaging in my head to find a convincing answer, even if I hate lying to people around me.

Nobody knows I'm investigating on my parents, but the desire to know who I am is stronger than me and my stubbornness.

I part my lips and start shooting the first justification that comes to mind, but I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear the door behind me open, saving me from Bartol's question.

I know he is not a man who keeps secrets, he proved it to me several times when I was still engaged with his son.

I notice that Bartol furrows his eyebrows as he looks towards the door, and then assumes an annoyed expression, making me understand that he is on the verge of firing one of his employees, but I jerk my head up when he opens his mouth to speak:

"You're late, Jason."

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