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“Told you so. Can we go now?” Xavier asks.
“Fine, you can drop me home and send me the details for a good psychologist,” I tell him.
“First, what makes you think I know a good psychologist? And second, why the fuck do you want one?” Xavier asks.
“You’re rich kid. All rich kids go through therapy at some point or another. And I need one to fix my dick. This isn’t going to work for me,” I tell him.
NINE
It’s been six days since I’ve had Alistair inside me. I have no idea what happened to make him put distance between us. But that’s exactly what he’s done. I’ve barely seen him around the office the past few days. And, honestly, after spending the weekend eating ice cream and trying to work up the courage to call him and find out what the hell his problem is—which I never actually did—I’ve decided it’s time to forget Alistair Warner and his lady Viagra cock.
I don’t need it.
I’m sure I can find another man who is just as good at sex. I’m betting my first, Hunter, was just a dud. And that’s why I’ve put Alistair on some pedestal he doesn’t deserve.
I never thought I’d be considering going out on a date and attempting a one-night stand again so soon. I spent my whole life with one boy, who turned into one man. And then there was Alistair, who has absolutely fried my brains with orgasms for the past few weeks. It’s really cruel of him to just take them away like this.
Who does he think he is? You can’t get someone addicted to your magical cock and then go cold turkey on them. At least let me withdrawal slowly so the ache isn’t so bad. Nope, I’m not wasting any more time on Alistair Warner.
I don’t want him. I don’t need him.
Besides, I have a date tonight. Daisy set me up with one of her brother’s friends. I have no idea what this man looks like, but I do know he works in finance and is very well established. A proper grown-up is what Daisy called him. And I also know his name is Bert Taylor. Which I admit I cannot imagine myself being in the height of passion and calling out the name Bert, but I’ll give it my best shot.
Maybe. Depending on how tonight’s date goes.
“You look like you’re a million miles away.” Bentley’s voice comes from my open office door. She’s one of the first-year associates here. She’s also engaged to Nathan, one of the partners.
“Oh, sorry. Just thinking,” I tell her. “What can I do for you?”
“Shar and I are going out for a drink after work. You want to come with?” she asks. Shar is Xavier’s secretaryandgirlfriend. I wonder if HR even has a policy on office relationships in this place. My guess is probably not.
“Oh, I would but I can’t. I have a date.” I smile.
“A date?” she parrots with a shocked expression. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“I have no idea, just someone a friend set me up with.”
“Oh, well, enjoy. Hope it goes well.” She nods.
“Thanks, me too.” And I really do. I want to cure myself of this infatuation with Alistair. I want to forget about all the emotional turmoil caused by Hunter. Although, something my bosshas doneright… is distract me from looking and obsessing over my ex’s honeymoon snaps.
It was meant to be me. On that honeymoon. Hunter literally took her on the exact same trip I planned for us. I wonder if she knows she’s got a hand-me-down. Scratch that, because I don’t care if she knows or not. I know, and even though I’m aware of how childish it sounds, that knowledge also makes me a tad bit happier.
Bentley leaves my office and I try to focus on work for the rest of the afternoon. As soon as the clock hits six, I’m packing up my bag and heading to the restroom. I run a brush through my hair and fix my makeup. I don’t want to look like I’ve just worked ten hours. Even though I have. Satisfied enough with my appearance, I walk out of the bathroom and straight into a waiting Alistair. I attempt to ignore him and step to the side to manoeuvre around him. He reaches out and grabs hold of my wrist.
“Going somewhere?” he asks.
I snatch my arm away. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I’m going somewhere. A date actually.” I smile as sweetly as I can.
A thunderous look passes over his eyes. “No, you’re not,” he grunts out.
“Yes, I am. Now let me pass before I scream bloody murder and cause a scene,” I threaten him. The office is still full of lawyers, his staff. The last thing he’d want is everyone looking at us.
Alistair steps aside. “We’re not done with this conversation, little girl,” he says as I pass.
I try to conceal the shiver that runs through me at his words. Judging by his smirk, I don’t hide it well. I practically run out of the building like my pants are on fire to get away from him.
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