“Is that what your jealous little head tells you? That I want him? That I’m trying to take him from you?” Marissa laughs nastily. “Sweetie, please, he’s the one who fucked me senseless that night and got me pregnant. He was the one who was all over me, asking for me to go home with him. If I wanted Jake back, I only need to ask.” She smirks, but I only narrow my eyes and frown. Even I know that’s wrong. Jake isn’t someone who lets what he wants slip away. He’s someone who ...