Free Forever. (This. Is. Not. Over. Book 3) by Shannon Dianne

up with Marlon—I mean, Jacob.
                  “Of course not, Marlon’s a great guy and let me tell you, he had some badass cufflinks on the other day when I—”
                  “Malcolm Blair, let me tell you something.” I turn all the way around in my seat so that I can tell him off to his face. This only makes Attorney Malcolm Blair smile. I begin, “I’m married to the Trump of Boston—”
                  “Right there.”
                  “What?”
                  “Why does Marlon need a qualifier?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Why do you consider him the Trump of Boston?”
                  “Because he sells a lot of property and he makes a heck of a lot of money doing it.”
                  “He does, but Marlon is no Trump.”
                  “Well, that’s rude.”
                  “It’s not rude.” The light changes to green and he begins to pull off. “The two of them have nothing in common. Your husband came from a wealthy Philadelphia family and claims it. Trump likes to brag that he’s self-made, when in actuality his father gave him a boost. Now, while most people would make a big deal out of a self-made man, I’m partial to the ones who were born with a silver spoon, own it and still worked their asses off to create a name for themselves. It’s easy to build an empire when you’re hungry. It’s tougher to build one when you’re full. Marlon had drive despite his privilege. He moved out of Philly to make his own way here, aside from his family.
    “Not to mention that Trump sells properties in order to make money. Marlon sells properties in order to make connections; sometimes a deal won’t be as much as he hoped for, but what he didn’t make in money, he made in favors. It’s the favors that get you around in this town, not always your money. Marlon has the trust of damn near every politico in the city because he’s bipartisan and trustworthy. That’s something Trump will never have. So comparing Marlon to him doesn’t do Marlon justice.” He stops at another red light and looks at me. “Neither is comparing him to Jacob. I’m going to say this to you as my client: I don’t think you fully realize the husband you have in Marlon. You’re selling him short.”
    “Who says I compare him to Jacob?” I wh isper, my heart beating faster. “Do you think I want to be with Jacob, or something? Possibly have a life with him that Danielle has with you? You know what Malcolm, let me be the first to say that you aren’t all you’re cracked up to be. If anything, I pity Danielle. I mean, who in the world would want to be married to a 6’1” white politico from Boston who’s the personal law counsel to the president of the United States?”
    “6’2”.”
    “Danielle’s life is a cautionary tale if you ask me. It’s what my life could have been had I not married up . Because trust me, Jacob isn’t fit to shine Marlon’s shoes.” How dare Malcolm! Danielle is married to a Blair; a bunch of lying, cheating, no-good Boston Danes. Who in the world would want to be married to them ?
    “Jasmine, I’m not —”
    “ You know, it really hurt Jon when Danielle left him for you. He started calling Marlon every day to talk about it, asking what he could have done differently. Wondering if the divorce was all over sushi bars and dives and if things would have been different if he wore ties without complaining.”
    “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Malcolm lets out a deep breath and shakes his head. “This Jon character doesn’t have a clue ; what in the hell did Danielle see in him?”
    “Malcolm, Jon was a good guy, he just didn’t know how to love properly. That’s all. Can’t fault a man for never learning how to love.”
    “You can’t. But you also can’t fault Danielle for wanting to be loved. Now, I’m not perfect, trust me. There’s tons of shit I