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I had to agree with her. There was only one reason why I wanted to do this, and I couldn’t tell her what that was. It wouldn’t be fair to her anyway. So, I nodded and said, “Yeah, okay. We can go.”
I hoped we could say goodbye to Evan, but that wasn’t going to happen. I had to settle for waving at him as we walked past. I hoped he would understand, considering that we were in this together.
We didn’t go to another nightclub. Lily was suddenly over it, and I had to admit, so was I. We end up going back to her apartment. She was the manager of a communications company, and her apartment was proof that she had climbed the corporate ladder while I had taken time to get my Master’s degree. Sometimes, I was jealous of her success. She didn’t have anything other than a bachelor’s degree, but her life was on track and going somewhere fast. On the other hand, I had put in an extra three years of study, and I had gotten nowhere.
I pushed the thoughts away. There was no use crying about something I couldn’t change. Besides, once the pregnancy was done and Evan paid me my money, I would be richer than I had ever dreamed I could be. Seventy-five million dollars could put anyone’s life back on track.
Of course, I would have to explain how I came by that money, but that was a problem for later. Right now, dreaming about the money was plenty to pull me through. That, and fantastic sex with a guy had been fantasizing about for a very long time.
Lily and I lay in her bed, watching a movie. It was a chick flick we had decided on together, but I couldn’t concentrate on what was happening. Evan was on my mind, and I flashed on the sex we’d had last night. There was something about Evan that made shiver every time I thought about him. He was confident and accomplished, and it showed in the bedroom. I knew he’d been with many women, but I had been with more than a few men myself, and that didn’t bother me. Maybe it should have, but Evan was no more to me than a means to an end.
“Lily?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Why aren’t you dating right now?” I asked, looking at her.
She thought about it for a moment. “Because men are full of shit.”
I nodded. “Makes sense,” I said. “Do you think you’ll ever find someone?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “If I do, I won’t turn it down, but I’m happy with where I am in my life right now.”
Maybe that was my problem. Maybe I felt unfulfilled because I felt so lost. Maybe if I started a career and it went somewhere, I wouldn’t feel this way. The only problem was, to start a career, I needed someone to give me a chance.
Then again, after this job with Evan and his baby, I wouldn’t need to work again in my life. I would have enough money to see me through.
Was this the life I was meant to lead?
“Why are you asking?” Lily asked. “Did you meet someone?”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to answer her. Was I going to say yes, but lie about who? Or was I going to lie about all of it?
“Not really,” I said, shrugging. There was no good way to answer. Better not to say anything than to accidentally slip up. For now, Evan was my secret. And what a hot secret it was.
Chapter Eight
Evan
There had been no reason for me to stay at Lavo after Scarlett left. Of course, Lily had run a mile when she’d seen me there. Who wanted to hang out at the club with their dad? It had been a shame, though.
I’d have loved to hang back and watch the girls. Scarlett had been fucking hot in that little black dress she’d been wearing, with her slender legs looking longer than long, her elegant body balanced precariously on those high heels, and her tits pushed up and ready for viewing.
And she had this thing she did with her hair where she flipped it over her shoulder whenever she became self-conscious. It made me want to bury my hands in her hair and grip it, pulling back her head so that I could kiss her. Or fuck her mouth.
God, that pretty little mouth.
It had been the most beautiful thing on God’s green earth to see her shoot Jeff down like that. The guy was a slime ball, but seeing Scarlett reject him had been an ego boost that had shot confidence all the way down to my dick. She had never rejected me. She hadn’t even tried.
Yes, there was a lot of money involved, but somehow, I doubted she would look at Jeff the way she looked at me, no matter how much money was on the table.
But then she’d left, and I’d stood there like an oversexed, overdressed idiot. I’d looked around and noticed that Jeff had been closer to being “hip” with his shirt tucked in–guys were doing that again, apparently–than I had been with my untucked shirt and my loafers.
