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We sit down in a circle and have a full round of drinks brought to us. We sip our various flavors in silence.
“Well, I’ll just be the one to say it,” I say, holding up an empty glass to the night sky.
They each hold their respective drinks alongside mine.
“She’s under my skin,” I continue. “And you know what? Fuck it. I love her!”
“Here here!” the other three say in unison.
“So now the question is—what do we do?” Derek says.
“Well, first things first: we need to get back in contact with her,” Xane says.
“And when we do?” Spencer says.
“Well, whether we do or don’t, we need a real plan. Something to show her we’re serious more than just bending her over and smacking her ass for doing what she did,” I say.
“Something that shows her we care for real,” Derek agrees.
“Well, the only thing she really cares about is her business.” Spencer shrugs.
“Yeah, she dropped all her…hobbies just for that,” Xane says. “It’ll be ages with us until she gets some more.”
Derek sets his glass down on the table in front of us a little harder than necessary.
“Then we take care of her business!” he says triumphantly.
We stare at him blankly as he smiles to himself, as if he said something legitimately profound. After a few moments of silence from us, he looks around.
“What?” he says, slightly crestfallen that his statement didn’t have any impact. “Okay okay, I’ll explain when we’re back in the city.” He laughs. “First things first though—we gotta try to call her.”
Chapter 33
Derek
“I’m sorry, sir, but she’s in a meeting today. Can I take a message?”
I slam the phone down, sick of this shit.
Every time I call, it’s the same thing: she’s in a meeting, left for the day, or out to lunch. For fuck’s sake, she went back to New York to be more hands-on with her business, and now I can’t reach her? That assistant needs to be fucking fired!
“In a meeting—or so she says,” I say, growling out each word.
Julia had to run back, because she was confused and needed to make sure her business was okay, but now I think that was a lie. If I can’t reach her at the office, she’s somewhere else.
Every hair on the back of my neck is standing on end. I can’t believe there’s a girl that drives me crazy like this. What the hell has she done to us all?
Spencer hasn’t said ‘dude’ in 24 hours. Xane fired three assistants and isn’t even in his office. As for Killian, he’s spent so much time in the gym the past few days that his abs are starting to resemble a fucking bodybuilder’s.
As for myself, I’m livid. No, I’m pissed off. Little Princess spoiled brat needs to be taken over and have her ass spanked hard.
I might just have to do that.
I grab the phone again, calling, but this time nothing. The phone rings and disconnects. Is Julia screening her calls?
As we dock, I realize that this might be the end of it all. Julia might not want to see us at all anymore.
What the fuck’s wrong with Julia? She tells us that she loves the sex, that she has never come so hard, and yet she runs like a little girl sent to her bedroom for a timeout.
I might do just that. Lock her away till she comes to her senses.
But first, I need to find her.
The four of us meet in the main dining room for a conference. Not about business for once, but about Julia.
Leaning back in his chair, Spencer rests his feet on the table. “What can we do to change her mind that we haven’t already done? We take her on the most amazing vacation, and still, she doesn’t want us. Chicks just overthink shit too fucking much.”
He’s right. She might not realize it, but all of us care deeply about her. More than we’ve ever cared for a woman in the past.
Killian paces the floor with a bottle of water in one hand and his phone in the other. He’s also tried a few times to call Julia, but she’s refusing his calls as well. It seems she meant what she said: she couldn’t deal with a relationship like ours.
“Someone else should try and see if she’ll take the call,” I say, looking at the other two men.
Spencer grabs his phone and dials.
“Can I speak to Julia?” Spencer asks.
A few seconds later, he slides his finger across the screen and tosses it on the table without a care for its integrity.
“She’s with a client, and I should call back in a few hours.”
Even Spencer seems as frustrated as the rest of us.
All I want to know is why the fuck did she come with us, fuck all of us, let us dominate her—even agree to our terms—then suddenly bow out?
