The black leather seat squeaked against the fabric of my jeans. I couldn't help notice how obnoxious the rip was on my knees as I tried to avoid the way James was looking at the candidate in front of him.
From the moment he stepped out of his office in his black tailored suit, his attention didn't stray from her. Five minutes had passed and that ugly emotion of jealousy festered to defeat. He was looking at her in every way he doesn't with me. With desire.
She was naturally beautiful; with full lips, blue eyes, and a rich olive complexion. She radiated class, carrying herself with the confidence she was sucking out of me with every second I looked at her in the fitted dress that hugged every curve on her body.
Stacey Winford. Twenty-three. Socialite. Daughter to real estate tycoon. Currently attending Columbia University.
I didn't bother to continue reading after that. Men like James didn't end up with me. He'll be waiting at the end of the aisle for...