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And my stomach drops when I see Jay.

My best friend Jay.

A guy I’ve known since I was fifteen.

A guy who traveled the world by my side.

A guy who tearfully and sincerely confessed his love to me—his desire to marry me and start a family with me—no less than thirty minutes ago.

A guy with his cock buried deep inside another woman.

Chapter 24: Gus

Julia stops in her tracks, her eyes locked on the grotesque sight I saw minutes ago—the one I intended to hide from her. Her posture grows rigid: shoulders tight and elevated, like a full-body cringe.

“What the fuck,” she mutters harshly while she glares at Jay, witnessing the rhythmic thrust of his narrow hips as he works in and out of a moaning blonde on all fours on the suite’s velvet couch.

And when I say rhythmic, I mean rhythmic. Fucking metronome. It’s so damn steady and robotic, I would pity the woman if she weren’t readily screwing this asshole in a room my girlfriend paid for.

Girlfriend? Yeah, I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.

Jay is so engrossed in his vanilla, lazy, rich kid sex, he doesn’t even notice us standing in the doorway. Anger mounts in me, inciting a pronounced tingle in my arms that makes me want to break shit. This is the second time tonight I’ve had to look at this punk’s bare ass, and he doesn’t even have the decency to see us.

I turn my attention to Julia, whose jaw is slightly lowered. The look of pure pain and betrayal on her face is unmistakable. It makes me want to decimate Jay—

—but then I remember who I’m standing beside. Julia Ridgeway needs no help with the fine art of decimation.

“What the fuck is this?” she shouts. And she has a phenomenal shouting voice. It’s full and confident—rich with fury. But there’s a tinge of sexiness to it. Frankly, I could listen to her yell at people all day.

Alarmed, Jay jumps back so fast that the condom he’s wearing nearly slides off his pathetic dick. Eyes wide, he looks between Julia and me with his expression of embarrassment quickly morphing into terror.

“You’re such a liar,” she snaps, advancing closer to him. “All this time when you were pretending you wanted me, you were fucking other women?”

Jay fumbles to latch his hand on the back of the couch. “No, I—”

“I wouldn’t have cared if you told me,” she snaps. “I fucked other men. But you acted heartbroken when I turned you down. You deliberately guilt tripped me—and yet here you were, getting your dick wet. You’re a grifter, Jay.”

He begins to stammer, but Julia holds up her hand. “Don’t talk right now. I don’t think I can stand to hear the sound.”

Jay shuts up before grabbing a couch cushion to cover himself. Next to him, the blonde is frantically trying to put on her clothes and keeps glancing at Julia like she’s worried she’ll leap over the couch and maul her if she lets her guard down.

“I don’t care if this is your first time or the fiftieth. Although, let’s be clear, we all know it’s not the first. You don’t lie to a woman and tell her you love her, only to dip your cock into another woman within the hour,” Julia sneers.

“You told her you love her?” the blonde questions with a pained gasp.

“No, baby,” Jay offers. He turns to face her. “I—”

“He did,” Julia interjects, eyebrow raised haughtily. “He said he loves me and wants to marry me, which isn’t surprising. I’m incredible.”

The blonde gapes at Jay and then looks back at Julia. “I’m sorry. He said you were friends. I didn’t realize you were together.”

“Oh we are most definitely not together,” Julia confirms with a laugh. “I deserve someone who knows how much I’m worth—and not just for the sake of using me as a limitless line of credit the way you have, Jay. I deserve someone who thinks I’m worth fifty-billion dollars and would trade his entire life’s work for one night with me.”

My heart flips when she references me. Us. Our story—strange, but wonderful.

Jay, on the other hand, looks mortified. “Are you—are you talking about him?”

“No, actually,” Julia lies, toying with him. “But what a coincidence that he can afford me. He’s a billionaire, after all, and you’re a sad boy whose rich father disowned him, and has spent the last eight years whoring himself out to have a little fun.”

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