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“Rumors?” Juliet challenges, brushing back her hair. “Rumors would imply a false story. But we both know what you’ve been up to. I believe what I told your little admirer was indeed fact.”
Internally counting to five, I sneer, “What do you want?”
Juliet laughs, and the sound which once made me smile now makes me want to hurl.
“I want things to go back to the way they were. I’m not asking for a commitment, Dixon. I just want you to worship me the way you did before,” she reveals, stepping forward and cupping my balls. “I miss you. No one can make me come the way you do.”
“Stop it,” I scold, stepping out of her hold and looking from left to right to ensure no one saw.
Juliet smirks, and I know she has the power to break me. But what she’s proposing, I would rather be exposed for the pervert that I am than be held prisoner by her scheming snatch.
“No,” I say firmly.
“Why not? Did you get engaged or something while I was away?”
Her comment inspires me to answer truthfully. “Actually, yes, I met someone,” I confess, and Juliet pales.
“Who is she? Your little sleepover buddy?”
“Someone you will never know,” I say, taking great pleasure in seeing her seethe.
“I knew it,” she says, her red lips dipping into a tight frown. “What’s her name? I want to know the name of my conqueror.”
“Madison,” I reply, unable to stop myself because how I wish it were true.
When Juliet’s eyes narrow into mere slits, I almost hold my junk, afraid she’s going to take her anger out on my balls.
“Well, good luck to you. All the Madison’s I know are boring as batshit,” she says with bite. “Maybe I’ll book an appointment to see you. We can reminisce about the good old days.”
“No,” I reply, wishing she’d leave, as her presence here is dangerous.
What if Madison is planning to attend tonight’s proceedings with Max? If she saw Juliet and me together, she’d know something was up. I never want to be seen in Juliet’s company ever again.
“I must have been absolutely insane to sleep with someone like you,” I state, prowling forward, while Juliet pulls back, hurt. “I was happy to leave things amicable, or at least civil, but you turning up here is completely unacceptable.”
This is the second time I have actually seen any humanity in Juliet, and I intend to take full advantage of it.
“You were just a fuck, Juliet—one I sincerely regret. So if you have any pride, you’ll leave with your head held high and leave me the fuck alone. Do not call me, message me, or turn up unannounced. You got it? We’re done.”
Her confidence diminishes, and her poise is replaced with fury. “You’ll be back, and when you do, you’ll be begging for a second chance.”
“No, I really won’t,” I state, shaking my head. “Goodbye, Juliet. I so hope our paths don’t ever cross again.”
For once, Juliet Harte is speechless, and it’s a sight I’ll never forget.
Golf on a Saturday morningisas pretentious as it sounds, but it’s my one and only chance to talk to Chad and bond over hitting a small ball into a hole. After last night, however, I don’t want to think about any balls going into any holes.
With that thought in mind, I decide to steer clear of Rebecca the man-eater and play the quickest round of golf—ever.
Sadly, my plans for a short game turned to shit when she decided she wanted to learn how to play. Eighteen holes never looked so daunting.
Thankfully, she has gone upstairs to change for lunch and probably fuck the caddy. Her promiscuity, however, has left mealone with Chad. We haven’t had a chance to discuss politics, and now that the piranha is gone, it’s all business.
We’re sitting in the club restaurant, surrounded by rich snobs who have way too much money and time on their hands. If it weren’t for my curiosity and scotch, I would be upstairs watching ESPN.
“So Dixon, I’ve been thinking about your research.”
I casually nod while taking a bite of my club sandwich.
