Jason’s POVThe moment I stepped onto Quinn's porch, I felt the bitterness settle in my gut. I lifted my hand to knock but the door opened before I could. Quinn stood there, leaning against the frame with that familiar arrogant grin.“Jason,” he drawled, raking his fingers through his dark blonde hair. “What a surprise.” I took in his disheveled shirt, the fact that it was unbuttoned, the lipstick smudge on his collar. And there, just behind him, Mia Parker. “Hello,” she greeted, leaning into Quinn’s side, her red lips curled into a satisfied smile while her fingers traced lazy circles on his shoulder. I ignored her and met Quinn’s eyes. “Where’s Vanessa?” I asked.Quinn didn’t stop smiling, but something flickered in his gaze—something cold and dismissive. He shrugged. “Gone. Finally.” “Gone?” I repeated, my voice low. He tilted his head, as if bored by the entire conversation. “Please, come in,” he offered.“I asked you a question, Quinn,” I said in a low voice and he sighe
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