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My ex-best friend didn’t have the near-death experience nor scars that will never heal.
Apparently, that little encounter kicked off a cheating spree where Alexis and Jackson both set out to hurt each other. The divorce came about when she found out their maid was pregnant with his child.
That’s the kind of shit that will stay hidden until whoever was paid to keep it under wraps decides to spill the tea. Or someone else happens on the truth by accident.
Regardless, I don’t care one way or the other about either of them.
None of it has anything to do with me, so I certainly won’t be running back to Alexis for anything. Not even if my damn life depended on it.
I should have cleared that up straight away with Luna. It would have been such a simple thing, but I didn’t, and I won’t.
There are still reasons why I never talk about the past. There are things people don’t know, and I’d rather not share. Especially if I don’t need to.
Besides, I’ll admit that a sadistic part of me liked seeing Luna’s jealousy. Her jealousy made her desire taste that much sweeter.
In the same breath, I may have this pent-up desire to fuck her but I need to remember the reasons for our union.
Her talk of children showed her aspiration for the life she wants. I’m the motherfucking villain in her story but even I felt the stab of guilt when I witnessed the wealth of disappointment in her eyes.
I mentioned her sister to switch the discussion back to the wedding but that proved to be an even harder topic to talk about.
Women like Luna get married for life. That’s what she believes is happening between us, but it’s not. She doesn’t know the true nature of my dark plot for her father.
I need to keep it that way at all costs.
The next week that passes sees me working more than I ever have in my life.
I’ve just landed a five-million-dollar contract in Russia with an energy company that has turned down every other investment company like ours for the last ten years. Deals like these earn me the name of the Shark.
They also add to the restoration of my abilities to run the company but, God, am I tired. And now it’s night again.
It’s just past ten and I’m still in my office at Le Blanche Global.
I’m glued to my computer screen, going over some last-minute work that came in late today. I’m probably the only member from the daytime staff left in the building. Something that’s not new to me.
At least I’m in the comfort of my office. Yesterday Asher and I were at the Four Seasons in Arizona with Father for back-to-back meetings that went on for almost twelve hours.
Our problem is that we have no shortage of work. Because we’re so good at what we do, the work keeps on coming.
I was hoping to head home soon to check on my little bride, but I feel the kind of tiredness where I should stay at the nearest hotel and call it a night.
I’ll see how far I get and make that decision in about an hour.
Paige told me that Luna has been unusually quiet and reserved since the other day—the day I kissed her.
Poor Bellissima. I’ll bet she’s pining over that kiss and how jumbled her feelings are.
That said, I’m like the pot calling the kettle black because the days apart have done nothing to sate the taste of her innocence on my lips. Nor my need for more.
Today is the first in a week when I’ve actually had the chance to see her, and I can.
But with my dick out of control from just thinking about her, I just don’t know if I should.
We’re officially two and a half weeks away from our wedding, but it feels like so much has happened. I keep wondering how I’ll feel when we get to that day.
I’m also thinking about her father. And watching him.
Nothing noteworthy has happened over the last few days and Jericho is still investigating.
