Ella.
My blood is boiling. His name is Kane Ambrose, not Jackson. What a complete and utter jerk! If his father weren’t still standing in the same room with us right now, I would let him have it. Who, in their right mind, lies about their name?
He obviously didn’t think we would see each other again. Hell, even I didn’t. But that still doesn’t give him the right to do that. I bet I’m not the only one he has done this to. As long as he gets what he wants at the end of the night, it doesn’t matter, I guess.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ambrose, but your father has already given me the job, and, by the looks of things, he decided I'm staying here. So unless he tells me to leave, I will stay. Thank you for the gesture, but it's not needed."
His eyes darkened, and a small smile appeared on his face. I d
