Jameson pushed you against the wall, he waited, like always for your nod. Then he crashed his lips onto yours as he pinned you to the wall. "It was always going to be Grayson." Jameson said, letting go of you. "No--"

Jameson cuts you off. "I'm terrible at hurting Heiress. And what if everything we have now starts to feel like a competition between me and Grayson, like a game? I don't trust myself not to play."