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determined. Nothing worth it in life ever came easy.
    I closed the door of my bedroom before twisting the lock on the knob. I rarely ever locked my door. There was nothing I desired to hide from Trisha...but I wanted to hide this.
    I folded my arms over my chest as I stared through narrowed eyes at the silver laptop that sat untouched on my desk. I hadn't fired it up since the accident. I still didn't remember the accident. The only thing I remembered was waking up and seeing Jace and his glistening chest.
    I shook my head, trying to shoo away my nerves as I crossed the distance from my door to my desk. I opened the laptop, clicked the Google icon I had stored on my desktop and typed in his name. Jace Rush.
    Oh. My. Goodness.
    This man was a God in every sense of the word that mattered. I would swear over my grandfather's grave he owned half of New York. I scanned through image after image of Jace, and in each picture there was a different beauty on his arm. This man had it all. The cars, the clothes, the looks...the life. He didn't appear to want for a single thing. I didn't even know if he knew what wanting entailed. It's not like I was born into a life of poverty, and I was no expert on the aspects of yearning for something physical. But, regardless of the materials I'd had lavished on me throughout my life, there had always been something missing. I realized, as I grew older, it was affection. In my home, dreams didn't exist, and in their place, sat cold, hard cash.
    Jace didn't look as though he wanted for anything and from what I'd read he'd only ever lived through one tragedy. The suicide of his father. My heart felt heavy as I read through clippings of the businessman who had raised Jace. He appeared to have been a hard, determined man. He didn't seem a thing like Jace. He looked almost like my own father. And, I couldn't help but wonder, if he too had been haunted by his need to succeed.
    I read further, clicking on another article with Jace's name printed in bold. He had taken over Rush Industries when his father passed, expanding the company far beyond any reach his father ever could have dreamed. I didn't really understand companies like Jace's. But, they bought companies that were struggling to thrive against the challenges presented by the world and broke them into smaller divisions and somehow made a profit off it. In my opinion, it was gambling of the most lethal kind. A risk like that...well, it was just unfathomable. My little café bookstore was enough to give me an aneurism. I couldn't imagine how he slept at night with the pressure he had weighing down on him twenty-five hours a day, eight days a week.
    I thought of the man I'd met in the hospital room. Confidence oozed from him by the gallon. If anything, the pressure of his responsibilities built him up rather than weighing him down. How, I would never know.
    My eyes caught sight of another headline and my heart raced. It was dated two days ago. My fingers slid over the mouse-pad as though they were possessed. The article came to life on my screen, halting my heart. He was at an event, and like always, there was a beauty on his arm. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photo of Jace with the red head at his side, but I had read enough of the article to know he was at a grand hotel opening. The hotel was his. It shouldn't have surprised me, but it did.
    I felt sick to my stomach as I studied his picture. His beauty was magnificent; it was unearthly. His black hair was purposefully disheveled, giving him the 'just fucked' look. I hated myself when my stomach muscles clenched in desire just from looking at him. I wondered if Red ran her fingers through his hair earlier. My throat closed at the image I'd conjured in my mind. I knew I could read the article and probably locate her name, but Red suited me just fine. I didn't want to give her a name. I already hated her.
    I powered off the laptop and sat back in my chair. I felt numb. Who was this jealous girl