Jason's POV
After the amazing night and the awkward morning, I had gone straight to the office, leaving Ella still in bed. She deserved the rest.
It was her first time, after all.
I still couldn't believe I was her first.
Something about that knowledge sent a weird sense of pride through me. She was mine first. The thought sat deep in my chest, making it hard to focus on anything else.
Before I left, I had made her breakfast—because I'm thoughtful like that.
And okay, maybe because I was feeling ridiculously soft for her. Not that I'd ever say it out loud.
I left a note, too. Nothing too cheesy, just a simple:
"Eat, or I'll be back to force-feed you."
Things weren't going to be like before, that was for sure.
I was dizzy with it. I couldn't stop thinking about her, about last night, about how nothing felt the same anymore.
But I had work to do. And revenge to plan.
So I forced myself to focus.
The Jake Situation
The plan was simple. Ruthless. Flawless.
