Free Prove Me Wrong by Gemma Hart

revitalize my focus on my career.
                  And in the following months, I had had the most successful year to date for my business. I was getting respectable stores in New York buying my pieces. Brenda eventually found me a small but well furnished apartment to sublease in the East Village because of how much time I now spent in the city.
                  I was gaining a formidable reputation and I was thriving.
                  But I was in New York. And New York was Jonah Lowell’s city.
                  My heart had felt like someone had punched it when I had sat down at my first coffee shop in New York and had immediately seen a magazine with Jonah’s dark profile captured on the cover. The man was everywhere. He was New York.
                  But I had put my coffee cup squarely over his face, covering it.
                  Once in the city, I heard more about Jonah Lowell’s incredible history with women. Apparently he was not only a ruthless businessman but a ruthless playboy as well. There were multiple accounts of him dating several women at once, with none of them knowing about the other woman. And all of them had been high ranking models or celebrated actresses.
                  But despite the humiliation this caused a lot of the women in the press, they were still fighting for Jonah’s attentions. They were hooked.
    I could relate.
                  He had absolutely no qualms about leaving one top Brazilian model for another. The list of women he had loved and left was probably as high as the Chrysler building.
                  No wonder he had clearly forgotten about me without any problems. From the moment he had walked out of Mackleson’s, I had never heard from him again. No calls, no emails, no letters—if people even still wrote letters.
                  And since he had forgotten about me, there was no reason why I shouldn’t do the same.
                  I had thrown myself wholeheartedly into work and had seen the fruits of my labor pay off beautifully.
                  Just as it was now, with me walking the few streets down to 63 rd Street where the lovely Aarons Building stood. It was a beautiful glass and steel building that often held illustrious art exhibitions, international galas, and exclusive bruncheons for visiting dignitaries.
                  Today though, it was holding a small cocktail gathering of new, up and coming designers and crafters who were quickly rising in popularity and interest for the bigger buyers.
                  Losel Goods, one of the foremost luxury goods buyers in the country, would be present today. Every designer and crafter would die to have their pieces bought by them.
                  And perhaps, today would be my chance.
                  The top rated and raved designers and crafters would be at this event and I couldn’t believe I was included in the roster. Some of them came alone, dealing both as a designer and a businessperson. Others came with their representing agents or managers. That was me. I needed Brenda here with me. She gave me the confidence to believe I deserved this attention as much as the next man.
                  Standing just outside the gleaming doors of the building, I took in a deep breath as cars and people rushed behind me. The city was a fast paced mistress and was very unforgiving to those who could not adapt.
                  I looked down at my skirt, smoothing it down again. I had taken extra care to dress up for the event. Instead of my normal jeans and sweatshirt, I had tried to look like a successful furniture maker, whatever that looked like.
                  I glanced over at Brenda who had a small smile curling up at the corner of her lips. She wasn’t so jaded in the business to be completely calm. She was