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Chapter 26
JPOV
All Fool’s Day, better known as April Fool’s Day.
Scholars had debated its meaning and origins for a great many years, and although they all had their theories, no one really knew why or by whom the tradition had started. Regardless, it remains a day that has been annually celebrated throughout the world, even extending back to the time of Ancient Rome. Set during a time of year when nature so often fools us with sudden changes between rain showers and sunshine, it seemed apt that I would find that the day of the all-important board meeting had fallen on April first. Traditionally, the day was celebrated by the execution of hoaxes and practical jokes of varying sophistication with the goal of publicly embarrassing the gullible.
I was not gullible. But then again, neither was Jake Johnson.
Anonymousonly one bb. summer’s almost over so i’m thinking of that because if school starts, i will barely update all of my blogs specially this
Anonymouswell sigh i’m actually thinking of making my own sequel for it but i’m not sure.
Chapter 25
JakePOV
Goddamnit.
I checked myself over in my bathroom mirror. My gorgeous face looked distorted, but at least I’d managed to clean off the blood and bandage the open wounds.
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Chapter 24
JPOV
Riley had just dropped me off at the front of the mansion with my briefcase and a bouquet of flowers for my girl in hand. I stared in confusion as I noticed we had a visitor and I knew for a fact it wasn’t Louis. Jake Johnson’s Viper was parked in plain sight and for just a moment, my mind flashed back to that day I had arrived home to find him ass fucking my would-be fiancée in my bathroom.
All I could think was…Please, not her.
Chapter 23
BPOV
I stood there at my window looking down at Justin. He was half-naked, no shirt, no shoes…just a pair of soaked jeans that were plastered to his scrumptious form. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his long lashes batting raindrops away…his tongue darting out to capture one of the perfect beads that hung from his bottom lip precariously. And he was looking up at me like I was the second coming, even though I knew I looked like death warmed over.
“Marry me.”
