Sasha felt about two inches tall. “No, I know,” she said. Jasper closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the headrest. Foolishness snaked through her, but she couldn’t stand to see that raven-haired beauty all cuddled up to her boyfriend.
He wore a happy smile on his face in all the pictures she’d seen, and he’d been dressed in his billionaire suits, his hair perfectly sculpted, and his eyes twinkling. Everything looked staged, right down to her diamond bracelet and the bright red lipstick she wore. So sickeningly, sweetly perfect.
Sasha’s stomach coiled on itself. She didn’t like the jealousy romping through her, or the way she couldn’t seem to swallow properly. Jasper’s breathing evened, and as she didn’t know where Tyler lived, she headed toward Jasper’s house in the hills.
