Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

she mentioned it.”
I tell myself I don’t care what he says, but I want him to say yes. Yes means he doesn’t care if
other women see it and he’s happy for anyone he knows to see the picture of us together.
I’m a little letdown when he shakes his head no.
Jackson didn’t like to be tagged in photos, either.
“You sure?” I ask lightly.
“I don’t really use social media that way. If she wants to check out my past, tell her to visit my
mom and look through a photo album.”
I freeze and blink at him. “You don’t use social media?”
“The company does, of course. I pay people to run that. And I have a profile up for reference, but
I don’t update it. I only log in if there’s something specific I’m looking for. Sharing every experience
and thought that flits across my mind? Not for me.”
“But… how?”
His lips curve up as he flips the page of the book he’s reading. “It’s quite easy, I assure you.”
“That’s so weird,” I whisper to myself as I start a text to send Charity. I hesitate for a few
moments, trying to figure out what to say. I’ve told her nothing at all about Calvin. I didn’t know how
to bring him up, and I didn’t want her to feel me only sharing part of the story because then she would
demand the rest, and there’s so much I can’t tell her.
I don’t know how to talk to her about what Calvin told me. It’s not the kind of thing we can
discuss over text, and she’s been busy catching up on work since she got back from her honeymoon,
so we haven’t had a chance to hang out.
“This guy I met a while ago. He’s Jackson’s boss, actually.”
It only takes her a moment to text me back. “I am in full support of you fucking Jackson’s boss to
get back at him. Didn’t think you had it in you, but I am so proud.”
I smile and shake my head. “That’s not why.”
“Have you talked to that little weasel lately btw?” she texts back. “I forgot to check in after my
bachelorette party and make sure you weren’t talking to him again.”
“To be fair, you were a little busy.”
Busier than I knew she was, but I don’t say that.
“True, true. But Jackson is history, right?”
“Museums around the world are curating his collection even now.” I haven’t heard from him
since the night he lured me to Hell to meet Calvin, and I never want to again.