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Two years later…
I takeoff the sunglasses only when I’m alone. Falynn insists she won’t judge when it’s just the two of us, but I can’t bring myself to do it. It’s embarrassing enough she saw it earlier—Gio saw it and worst of all,Louisdid.
The first time I’ve seen him in two years, and I’ve got a fucking black eye. Could I be more humiliated?
Falynn didn’t call him and Gio up to embarrass me; she did it out of concern. She was worried and scared of what Kilroy might do. I get why she did it.
But, at the same time, I still wish she hadn’t. I wish she’d minded her business. Better yet, I wish I’d never gone over to her hotel room in the first place.
I sigh, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, as I reach up and take off the sunglasses. The swelling’s gone down over the last few days.
The split in my lip is even less noticeable. Best case scenario, in a few days, I’ll be able to put this whole damn week behind me.
The week from hell that was supposed to only be an enjoyable birthday weekend.
Kilroy had insisted on spoiling me by throwing me a lavish dinner celebrating the occasion. He’d booked one of the most expensive suites in all of Vegas and had me fly out my best friend to spend some girl time with me.
Against my better judgment, I had been stupidly impressed.
Kilroy has a tendency to present himself as one thing before revealing himself as something else altogether.
Over the past two years of our sugar daddy/sugar baby type setup, we’ve had our ups and downs. I’ve had to learn how to deal with him and his mood swings, and how to interpret what he really means when he says and does certain things.
Manageable most times.
But he has his bad moments where he’ll catch me off guard, and I’ll consider whether the arrangement has run its course. Randall wouldn’t like it, though I’ve given him two years of Kilroy’s business. He can kiss my ass and choose a different girl if he doesn’t think that’s enough.
This latest blowup started over something I had forgotten about. That’s the thing about Kilroy: he never forgets. He remembers the smallest detail and will bring it up months, even years, later.
We were renegotiating the terms of our contract over breakfast when he brought up something I said I would never do. In his older age Kilroy enjoys exploring different kinks, including sex parties he and his extremely wealthy friends sometimes attend. He made a suggestion about sharing me that struck a nerve with me.
I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t defensive, because I was. But he knew better than to try forcing the topic when I said drop it, yet he refused.
He demanded—heassumedraising his price would change my answer.
One thing led to the other, and we’d exploded. I threw a lamp. He raised a fist. I fled, leaving my stuff behind in the hotel room.
I flinch as my phone rings and interrupts my thoughts. Falynn’s calling me.
The last few days have been just as horrible for her. After my situation with Kilroy, Falynn reunited with Giovanni after a seventh month separation, only for the wife of one of his enemies to shoot him by the pool. The act of revenge almost killed him, landing him in the ICU, and turning Falynn into a distraught mess.
I’ve tried being by her side as much as I can given my own situation.
“Hey,” she says when I answer, “you weren’t answering my texts. Are you okay?”
I let out a dismissive laugh. “Fal, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Just making sure. You have a lot going on too. Gio’s out of the hospital. We were going to have dinner at the penthouse. You’re invited.”
“No thanks. I’m… I’m apartment hunting.”
With what money?
“You are? Find anything you like yet?”
