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“Fine. Uneventful,” I lie. But I’m not in the mood to tell him that three weeks ago, I spent seventy-two hours banging one of the most prolific fintech CEOs in history before I snuck out of his house like a college coed doing a walk of shame.
“Bummer. Should we make up for it tonight?” His gaze skims my bikini in that particular way of his, the way that used to make my body heat. But tonight, all I see are his bloodshot irises. He’s a horrible fuck when he’s high. Truly horrible.
I’m not in the mood to be fumbled.
“I want to sit and relax,” I admit. “But maybe another time.”
He nods quietly, disappointment playing across his face in pursed lips and a raised eyebrow. We linger in silence, listening to the faint music playing over the hotel speakers.
“I’m gonna take a walk,” Jay announces suddenly, refusing to look at me. “I’ll see you guys later.”
He slides off his lounger and stalks away, shoulders tight. I sigh, knowing I’ll endure the fallout from rejecting him when I close out the hotel bill and settle his gigantic bar tab. It wouldn’t be the first time, and I know it won’t be the last.
Now alone with Peter, I recline on my lounger once more and take a sip of wine. I ordered a glass of the same bottle that Gus poured and licked off my pussy. Some days, I try not to think about him. Other days, like today, I pine for him in a way I can’t explain. I should have no fondness or desire for that egotistical, callous, piece of shit. And yet…
“Hey.” Peter squeezes my shoulder. “If you want him, go get him.”
“He’s in London,” I murmur. “Or maybe Montana still. I don’t know. I left without saying goodbye.”
“Montana? What are you talking about?”
I blink and see Peter with his brow furrowed. “You mean Jay,” I realize aloud.
Peter nods before he cocks his chin at me. “Are you two okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just…” I trail off and glance around the pool, making sure nobody is within earshot. “Peter, I have to tell you something.”
And then for the next ten minutes, I’m rambling about London and Milan and Montana and all the details I’m banned from sharing because I signed an NDA—but I don’t care. I need to confess to Peter because my brain is spinning with uncertainty and want: a mix I don’t often encounter. Peter listens patiently, and when I finish speaking, both of his brows are sky high.
“Sounds amazing,” he murmurs, his voice tinged with a laugh.
“Amazing? It’s confusing.”
“Uh, for the first time in your life, you managed to have a fulfilling night—sorry, nights—with a man. Not just any man, but quite possibly the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”
Not helping.
“So what’s wrong, Julia?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I admit reluctantly. “I’ve been trying to go back to normal, but it’s like the world is a different color now.”
Peter chuckles and takes a pull on the cigarette in his hand. “The dick was that good?”
“Life changing. But I’m not sure if it was the sex alone. For some reason, I can’t shake him off, which is insane because I’ve never been more frustrated with a man in my life.”
He cants his head sideways, looking sympathetic. “If it were me,” Peter offers, “I would tell him exactly what I want. Because clearly, clearly, this man would give it to you.”
“He’d give me most things,” I acknowledge. “Yes, Gus Winter would bend over backwards to give me most things, but he doesn’t do love.”
“Ah yes. The new Julia.”
I sigh, wishing Peter understood the beauty of monogamy, but he’s not the type. I respect it, but he struggles to see things from my perspective.
“I’m not going to lower my standards just because he’s a phenomenal lay and so good looking that I’m shocked anyone at FundRight ever got anything done because he’s so distractingly attractive.”
“So move on,” Peter says simply. “If you want a relationship, Jay is right over there.”
“Jay gets me,” I acknowledge, “but he doesn’t satisfy me. You, on the other hand, satisfy me, but you don’t fully get me.”
