For The Love Of The Doctor (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones Read Free Book Online Page A

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    As Jeremy and Violet entered the restaurant, Violet couldn't have been happier. They were seated by their waiter and couldn't help but staring into each other's eyes, locked in a gaze that could last forever.
    Just then the sound of a husky, seductive voice calling out Jeremy’s name made Violet look up and what she saw almost took her breath away. A tall, stunning woman with masses of tumbling blonde hair was hurrying over towards Jeremy. She gave him a hug and pressed a kiss on his cheek in a familiar manner, making Violet feel jealous. The blonde beauty turned her heavily made up eyes towards her, giving her a once over. Her eyes deliberately travelled down the length of Violet’s body from top to bottom before dismissing her entirely. Judging by the little smirk on her face and her casual attitude towards Violet, Violet had clearly been found wanting. The slight roll of Venetia’s eyes indicated she didn’t consider Violet the least bit of a threat.
     
    In those few moments of perusal, Violet was painfully conscious of her inexpensive clothes, jewelry, shoes and haircut. Even her darker skin suddenly felt gauche and unstylish, which she knew was pure craziness but contrasted against Venetia’s, her silky hair, the custom tailored clothing and designer accessories, Violet looked like the hired help. She was suddenly acutely conscious of the vast difference of their classes. Venetia had money written all over her, no doubt she had attended private schools and finishing schools, she must be incredibly accomplished in any number of things, while Violet hadn’t even managed to finish college because she had been stupid enough to get knocked up and rush into a marriage. She was living, breathing proof that life really was that trashy in the projects.
     
    Venetia spoke to Jeremy for a few minutes, standing closer than she needed to, her perfectly manicured hand pressed lightly on his arm, her head tilted in an intimate pose as she spoke to him in low murmurs. Feeling self-conscious and excluded from the conversation, Violet decided to sit back down and focus all her attention on the dessert menu. But she couldn’t help stealing quick glances in Jeremy and Venetia’s direction. They looked like the perfect couple, golden, polished, successful and carried an aura of power and wealth about them. She didn’t care about Venetia’s antics but what aggravated her the most was that Jeremy seemed to be enjoying the attention being lavished on him and seemed devoted to whatever nonsense she was spouting.
     
    At last, to Violet’s immense relief, Venetia pulled herself away from him with great reluctance, “It’s been lovely meeting you, Violet, so refreshing to meet someone so…earthy.” Her tone of voice implied that being earthy was akin to being vulgar. She turned towards Jeremy and flashed him a sunny smile, “Jeremy darling, I do so love our chats, you’re such a naughty boy. I’ll see you soon and please say hello to your mother.” She pressed her glossy pink lips to his cheek and kissed him softly. Violet’s stomach churned in discomfort and she was almost tempted to pick up a fork and throw it in her face, but then she turned her attention back onto Violet again, “Such a wonderful woman, Grace, she’s raised quite a special son, we’re all very fond of him.”
     
    With a last little wave of her hand, she was gone. Violet watched her walk away, her heels clicking smartly on the floor and she thought how nice it would be if she tripped on something.
     
    “Sorry about that,” he apologized. “I didn’t want to be rude you know.”
     
    Violet shrugged her shoulders in a devil-may-care attitude, “Don’t be silly, she was lovely.” She responded with a false smile, unconsciously using Venetia’s word. “She’s also very beautiful,” she added. They went back to their food and she tried to keep up with their conversation but her evening had been spoiled. She felt