Even if the latter didn’t apply to me, I would never jeopardize what I had built. Sometimes, one became so tainted they couldn’t get back to the light, and other times, the dark just felt right.
However, I’d learned at too young of an age that the world wasn’t made up of black and white. I wasn’t a good man, and I worked for even worse. Go through the motions, that’s all I can do. I’d take that over the other mess any day of the week. I focused my stare on her fire-engine red heels and suddenly hated myself for not having a lesser addiction, like hentai. “We’ll come back to this in a moment.” She paused.
Her eyes fell to my lips, and she swallowed and glanced away. The thirty-one-year-old was everything I looked for in a woman: intelligent, beautiful, classy. She’d gone to Yale and was from old money. The blonde’s pantsuit didn’t hold a wrinkle. couldn’t stop a spark of surprise from lighting in her eyes, and to hide the human reaction, she dropped her attention to my file resting on her lap. Running a thoughtful hand across my jaw, I admitted the truth. He wore sneakers with his suits, for fuck’s sake. I was a living, breathing lie, but the idea of being lumped into the same category as that bastard rubbed me the wrong way. He’d been through the same process-though, different accusation-and had somehow bullshitted his way out of having hentai on his work computer. My eyes narrowed as Kyle Sheets’ wink from yesterday replayed in my mind.
Too bad the atmosphere hadn’t gotten the memo the air was thick and cloying, as though every lie told here had been trapped for eternity. With warm colors and a variety of seating, the room was supposed to be comfortable. The clock’s ticks and tocksfilled the space between us. Therefore, if you haven’t read The Sweetest Oblivion and plan to, I highly recommend you do so first. It happens to coincide with The Sweetest Oblivion’s (MADE #1) storyline. Each chapter of Part One will take you to another year of Gianna’s life, while Christian’s POV is kept within only a few days.
Because of this, I’ve split the book into two parts: the past and the present. The Maddest Obsessionspans seven years, from the time Gianna is twenty-one to twenty-eight.
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