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The truth cut deeper than I ever imagined. The what-ifs, the regret, but none of it mattered, and digging up the past is a waste of time while the gold band sits on her finger.
When it’s obvious Jessa is done with our conversation, I turn my phone to silent and close my eyes.
But once again, his face is in front of me, smiling while touching my cheek. His hand is awfully cold like ice, causing me to flinch. I beg of him to stop. Then Lex appears in his scrubs again. This time, he’s carrying a black body bag.
“It’s time,”is all Lex says with a stern face.
I reach out for him, but he turns his back on me and climbs in the bag. Before Lex zips it up, he says, “Take one more look at him, Andy.”
My eyes spring open as my breath is caught in my throat. I’m covered in sweat, forcing myself to lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the side of the bed. On the clock beside me, it’s only just after midnight.
Great. Here we go again.
I can’t get back to sleep, no matter how I try. By four, I hit the streets with my sweats on, running through the park to build up some energy for today. Then, I head to the gym for a two-hour workout. Since these sleepless nights started, I’ve frequented the gym more than usual, my body in the best shape it’s ever been.
Back at the hotel, I jump in the shower but take my time to relax my muscles. When I close my eyes, I see her face and hazel orbs staring at me. The smell of her skin is engrained in my memory as is the taste of her lips.
Jessa has grown into a beautiful woman. Motherhood has changed her body, but the curves only make her sexier.
Fuck! Control yourself.
My dick instantly turns hard, but I shut my eyes tight, trying to ignore the pressure. It will be impossible to stop once I start this wicked fantasy again. I turn the cold water to full blast, needing to calm down.
By the time I get out, change, and grab my things, the sun is rising.
Another long day, but this isn’t any ordinary day.
It’s Friday, the day I’d been dreading all week.
* * *
Anastasia is sitting beside me, across from Benedict. Directly in front of me, Jessa is drinking her wine. I purse my lips, watching as she tries to control her nerves by drinking, but also doesn’t want it to look obvious, so she slows down.
When Jessa stepped inside the restaurant not long ago, I forced myself to keep my expression strictly platonic because the low-cut black dress she wears leaves nothing to my imagination—an imagination I’ve been trying to tame.
Benedict’s handshake was the ultimate distraction, and so the introductions began. I informed Anastasia of Jessa’s connection to Noah and me. Of course, being a publicist means Anastasia always knows the right thing to say. Plus, I have to give it to her, she looks hot tonight. The slim white dress is fitted nicely against her toned body.
When we drank the other night, she joked about her sexual antics, teasing me about how sexy I am and how she has a thing for American men. It would’ve been easy to take her back to my suite and fuck her, but instead, I just pushed more wine in front of her until she was too drunk to remember anything.
The server appears at the table and takes our orders. The conversation centers around work, of course. There isn’t much else to talk about, so I keep quiet and let Anastasia do the talking, which Benedict seems to enjoy.
“And so we’re nearly done here in London,” Anastasia mentions. “Then we’re off to Spain.”
“We’re?” Jessa questions, her gaze flicking to me.
“Yes, me and Anastasia,” I concede, keeping my expression flat. “Anastasia works for your father, so she’ll be accompanying me across Europe.”
Anastasia knocks into me playfully. “I’m becoming fond of this old chap.”
“Old?” I turn to her with a sly grin. “Cougar would be an appropriate name for you.”
She shrugs with a playful smile. “So, I like my men younger.”
Across the table, Benedict laughs while drinking his wine. Jessa lowers her head, then takes her glass and downs it all in one go while glancing sideways. A blush spreads across her cheeks, and if I didn’t know better, she appears to be consumed by jealousy.
When the waiter arrives with the food, we’ve already drunk two bottles of wine. Benedict orders another two, each of us drinking more than we should.
The conversation moves onto the history of England, with both Anastasia and Benedict being passionate about the topic. As I sit here, bored, I glance over to see Jessa release a huff.
