(Jasper's POV)
"Did you see how she looked at him? I’m sure. They must’ve already slept together."
I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white against the leather. The image of Scarlett laughing with Dorian burns behind my eyes. That dress. That smile. The way she let him touch her.
"They look perfect together." Virginia continues, oblivious to the fact that each word coming out of her mouth is twisting the knife deeper. No, she’s not oblivious.
She’s doing it on purpose.
"Rich, successful, no messy history between them."
I can't breathe. Can't think past the roaring in my ears.
"Jasper? Are you listening to me?"
"No," I finally snap. "So can you please shut your mouth?"
She falls silent for the rest of the ride. When I pull up to the curb, she hesitates only for
