Free His Absolute Arrangement: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #1) by Cerys du Lys Page A

not ignorant, Jeremy."
    He slowed the car down and turned into the end of the drive in front of Asher's home.  I had a hard time considering it my home now, even though it was.  Jeremy stopped just outside of the gated entryway and clicked a button on a remote hanging from the visor above the driver's side.
    "Maybe," he said.  "Who knows?  I just mean that you're really normal and nice.  You and Asher are both nice.  You're really good together, Jessika.  Beatrice was a bitch.  She was everything that everyone thinks rich people are.  I didn't even hate her, I just expected her to be like that.  It seemed right.  When I see you and Asher together, I feel like there is no right anymore, though.  Yeah, Asher can be a little demanding sometimes, but then we're hanging out and drinking beer, watching football in the guest house, acting like there's not some multi-million dollar mansion just across the way."
    I smiled.  The gates to the mansion grounds finished opening and Jeremy drove inside.
    "Where to?" he asked.
    "Let's go to the guest house.  I don't want to feel rich at the moment," I said.
    "Sure thing," he said, tipping his head in a nod.
    The guest house had its own garage, though on a much smaller scale compared to the mansion.  Just regular, two cars, like any fairly standard suburban home.  It really did seem so much different compared to the mansion, but it had its fair share of wonder and excitement, too.  The guest house reminded me more of a two-floor suite in a fancy hotel, but in comparison the mansion was the entire hotel, itself.
    "You're the same," Jeremy said, out of the blue.  "I know you feel out of place.  Hell, I feel out of place here a lot of times, too.  I don't know if I'll ever feel like I belong here, and I wake up every day wondering what I did to deserve something like this.  I wonder if maybe I should leave, get some regular job, try to find my own place.  Go dating, get normal friends, the whole shebang, you know?"
    "You know you can if you want," I said softly.  "You can stay, too.  Asher would probably just give you the guest house to live in if you wanted your own place."
    It wasn't even a probably.  Asher and I had talked about this, but he was scared to bring it up to Jeremy in case he made our friend feel uncomfortable.
    "Yeah..."  Jeremy finished parking, pulled the emergency brake, but left the car running.  "What did I do to deserve it, though?  I know you feel the same way, but it's different, too."
    "You're a good person, Jeremy.  That's what you did.  It doesn't sound like a lot, but it is.  You're really nice and helpful and kind to everyone, and it's not because you have to be, but because you want to.  It's not what you do that makes you deserving of anything, but who you are."
    Jeremy smiled and tapped his fingers on the driver's wheel.  He breathed in deep, sighed, then turned the car off and pulled out the keys.  "You are, too," he said.  "You don't deserve people being rude to you.  You're really great, Jessika.  I mean, maybe you and Asher are a little crazy in bed.  Who am I to judge?  You're a good person, though.  I think everyone's going to see that after all this blows over.  It's blowing over now, even.  I think you and Asher are going to do some really great things together.  I know you're going to do some great things of your own, too.  Both of you."
    "And we'll need someone to drive us there," I said with a silly smile.
    "Ha!"  He laughed and snatched one of the carry-out bags from my lap.  "Let's go.  You want to watch a movie or something?  Catch up on some soap operas?  Do they even show those anymore?  I have no idea."
    I peeked inside the bag still in my lap.  "Jeremy!" I shouted, but he closed the driver's side door on me, so my voice probably sounded like nothing more than a frantic whisper to him.  I opened my door and hopped out.  "Jeremy!  That's mine!  Don't eat my burger.  I really really wanted that