having a billionaire as your ex was the bane of your existence.

he always showed up, on tv, in newspapers, on social media. it was utterly insufferable, especially since he chose to pretend you didn’t exist. that nothing had happened between you two, that you hadn’t dated.

the fact that you knew everything about him didn’t help, from the scar that ran down from his collarbone from cliff jumping and hitting a tree, the almost black hues in his forest green eyes, to the curve of his lips. it was all familiar.

jameson wasn’t sure why he had broken up with you. perhaps things had gotten a touch too serious, and it had scared him. jameson winchester hawthorne didn’t commit. he was a free spirit.

in fact, he was sure he loved you.

he hadn’t realized he could love anything after emily. and she’d toyed with him and his brother and then had died.

unfortunately for the both of you, you were friends with xander. which meant that when xander dragged you to true north (the lavish hawthorne ski home), you ran into jameson.

he lounged in the hot tub, steam rising from his skin. when you didn’t turn away at the sight of him, when you got in to the hot water, he arched a brow.

there was a hint of a challenge in his eyes, and he kept a disinterested expression despite the rapid beating of his heart.