CHAPTER TWELVE
“DEIDRA AND WINSTON were kissing?” Jonathan glared at Deidra from across the ballroom as she danced with a guest. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Asia said, the lights reflecting off her cocoa-brown skin. “At first she tried to discourage him but it became obvious she was enjoying herself.”
“Is that so?” Jonathan took a deep breath, cracking his knuckles. “What else?”
“They talked.” Asia shrugged, clasping her hands. “Something about drawing a picture of her. He’s an artist I guess.”
“I’ve given her more than any man ever could.” Jonathan shook with rage. “She hasn’t given me an inch yet she can go out into my garden and carry on with him?” He lowered his voice before his temper got out of hand. “Deidra Quarter is mine and I’m going to prove that.” He focused on Asia. “Gather th
