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And then I saw her on that billboard
I finally had her back, and I’d stop at nothing to make her mine. She might not see it coming, but destiny had already set its course, and I was powerless to fight it.
My phone buzzed, jolting me out of my reverie. It was a text from the P.I. I’d hired to help me find Blake…he was also looking into Blake's boyfriend. Actually, I was going to start calling him Blake’s “Other.” Because I couldn’t take the thought of anyone other thanmehaving the title of her boyfriend.
I opened the message, hoping for something, anything, that would help me out.
The text read, "Boyfriend is squeaky clean. Word on the street is he's not giving up on Blake. He’s told everyone she’s the love of his life. He just landed in LA this evening, return flight tomorrow for an important meeting."
Fuck. I was hoping he was disinterested enough that it wouldn’t bother him not to hear from her, but I’d obviously misjudged the guy. Anger and unease coiled in my chest as unbidden images of him wrapped around her tonight, of him touching that perfect body that I’d only begun to explore.
Not happening. I muttered a curse under my breath, wishing he were the stereotypical rich guy with a closet full of skeletons. It would make things so much easier.
But it was okay, I could work with hard. I’d been doing it since my mom dropped me off at the group home as a toddler and called it good.
I returned to the bar, where Lincoln was wrapped around Monroe, his tongue down her throat.
Awww, young love.
Couldn’t wait for my tongue to return to Blake’s throat. Or whatever the romantic version of that was.
I felt much better seeing my buddies here. I still couldn’t believe that they’d come. Lincoln hated L.A. and he had to be at his first game of the season by noon tomorrow. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
For a second I’d had my three favorite people around me. Couldn’t wait for that to be my new life.
I cleared my throat because as much as I was all about celebrating these two love muffins…I needed some guidance at the moment. I launched into the story as soon as Lincoln unstuck his lips from Monroe’s face.
"What car did he rent?" Lincoln asked casually after I was done.
I chuckled. "A rich guy like him probably has a driver like you.” I pulled up the information from the P.I. though, just in case he’d said. "He rented an Audi R8,” I said, my eyebrows raising. Figures he would have terrible taste in cars.
Lincoln got a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, why don't you figure out something that could happen to the car?" he suggested innocently. "Even us rich guys don’t like a little legal trouble."
I gaped at Lincoln, and then glanced at Monroe, who was blushing and biting down on her bottom lip.
NOT LOOKING SHOCKED AT ALL.
"He's more devious than I've given him credit for," I mused.
Monroe's eyes sparkled. "You have no idea," she replied.
There was a story there, one I was very interested in. But it would have to wait. I had plans to wreck.
And a girl to get.
* * *
Blake
I trudged toward my apartment door, my thoughts a chaotic mess, each step heavier than the last because they took me away fromhim.
That kiss still pulsed through me. I could stillfeelhim there, an exquisite phantom pain that I missed.
That I was worried I would always miss.
I couldn't help but compare it to the feel of Clark.
Ari's kiss was an all-consuming blaze that threatened to destroy me.
