Chapter 1

 

'Jeremy Rogers you think you're so damn special don't you?!' I accused the attractive male in the photo I held up in my right hand before me. I could not help but feel a little frustrated as I noted the arrogant self-satisfied grin on his face. Whilst at the same time I ignored the sweet images of his sister and mother standing beside him. Quite frankly I could not bring myself to think favourably about Jeremy, seeing him in a sympathetic light, as being a family orientated good guy who was able to relax and laugh in the company of those he loved.

No, I knew better about Jeremy's character, and that the photo I could not help but now stare intently down at gave an entirely wrong impression of who he really was.

For the photo did not present Jeremy by day as being the famous business and entrepreneurial extraordinaire aka my ruthless billionaire boss, or by night the reckless playboy and experienced womaniser, whose ego had grown so big from the adoration of a long queue of women who were dying to bag the most eligible bachelor in the city.

'Okay, okay I suppose it is a little understandable to see why Jeremy thinks his God's gift, but he is far from it, well not in my eyes any way. And I had been itching to let him know just what I think about him and his self-assured conduct each time we happen to be in close proximity to each other. To let him know that there is more to life than making vast sums of money, going to the gym every other day to pump iron or having a total bimbo hanging from his arm.