Chapter 11
~ Yvonne ~
Of course it wasn't a mistake.
I'd sliced that knife across my wrist deliberately, carefully—deep enough to bleed dramatically but shallow enough to avoid any real danger. I'd done this before. I knew exactly how much pressure to apply, exactly where to cut to make it look devastating without actually being life-threatening.
I couldn't afford to lose Navine. He wasn't as wealthy as his father — not yet, anyway but God, the man was extraordinary in bed. The intensity, the passion, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in his world. Jackson was sweet and attentive, but Navine... Navine was addictive.
And I had a plan. A perfect plan.
Marry Jackson. Claim his wealth. Wait a respectable amount of time... a few years, maybe, and then...
