“What if my mom sees us?” I look up at Jett, somewhat shell-shocked at everything he really is. And not only his career, but him, in general. Like is there nothing he’s not a master at?

“Thanks, Patricia, you look gorgeous.” He winks at her as we pass, and an irrational spike of jealously shoots straight to my heart, which is kind of distressing—I’m not a jealous person. If anything, I’m the opposite. Like, I could not care less.

But when it comes to him and that wink? I want him to wink only at me.

Get a hold of yourself, Raven. He’s not yours, or hers, he’s your fucking mother’s.

“What if she does?” He smiles at someone across the room. Does he seriously not care?

“Jett Powers. Welcome.” A woman carrying two glasses of champagne approaches us, and for a second, like most of the room that seems to follow her as if she walks on water, I stare.

She’s beautiful, and that’s saying something because you really have to be lovely for me to think that. She’s tall, but she’s in heels, wearing a silky white wraparound dress that clings to her breasts, displaying a perfect body as she walks. Her long brown hair is off her face, so you can see her features. I want to stomp my foot at how I hate being short or petite, as my father lovingly puts it. I can’t compete with someone like her.

“Mrs. Saddington, you look stunning, as usual.” Allowing her to kiss his cheek, he flashes his signature panty-melting grin.

She laughs, and it’s rather musical, infectious really, and I find myself smiling at her.

“Such a smooth talker.” She shakes her head, smiling at him. “If I didn’t have Reed—”

“But you do.” A tall man who walks up behind her, wearing a black suit much like Jett’s, wraps a possessive hand around her front, jerking her to him as he extends his other hand to Jett.

“How are you, man?” Jett shakes his hand, and the conversation starts to flow easily, casually. As if it’s no big deal that he’s one of the wealthiest men in the world.

My head is spinning. This is Reed Saddington. The Reed Saddington, billionaire bad boy who finally married his childhood sweetheart, and if the gossip rags can be believed, he’s a devoted husband and doesn’t cheat. The way he holds his wife, possessive and strong, tells me he would kill any man who dares to touch her.

“Tess, Reed, this is Raven.” My eyes dart up to meet Jett’s amused ones as I swallow and smile.