(Aaliyah's POV)
I should have stabbed him with my dinner knife.
It would have been poetic justice, really.
I mean, Jaime had always been one for grand gestures, for playing with people, using them as if they were pieces on a chessboard, you know?
Why not give him a taste of his own medicine?
I saw who he was clearly now, what with the way he had all but charmed me into getting into this pretend holidate in the first place and making it look like I was the one who had come up with it on my own, how he had used me to get to my father.
But instead of playing him like had been my plan all along, I had instead allowed him to get to me… to charm me with that sexy tongue and those damnably intense eyes.
God, I should have known better.
Hell, I did know better.
But somehow, in the
