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"Hell, yeah!"
We head to the dance floor, and I try to put Evan out of my mind.
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Red-headed Beauty
Ivan
Myhomebaseisin New York City, but Boston is a home away from home. My best friend Antonio lives in the Boston neighbourhood of Beacon Hill. Whenever business brings me to the city, I make it a point to meet up with him. I park my Bentley and press my hands to my temples. It has been two days, but I can still feel the after-effects of my night in the club.
I'm never drinking that much again.
Once the red-haired goddess made it clear she didn't want to spend the night in my bed, I found a couple of other women willing to take her place.
"No more tequila for at least a month," I tell myself as I turn the engine off.
I exit my car, and the warm Boston air embraces me. I head towards Antonio's place, taking in the city. Boston is a mix of old and new. The sun reflects off the shiny glass windows of the modern skyscrapers that make up the skyline. But there are also reminders everywhere of its history—from the red brick buildings to the cobblestone streets.
The air smells of ocean salt and fresh-baked bread from the nearby bakeries. I can hear people talking as they walk on the sidewalks, their conversations blending into a low hum. A couple strolls by, the woman holding onto her partner's arm as they laugh.
The city is alive with energy. It's both exciting and comforting at the same time. I can't help but smile as I soak it all in.
Boston will be my first choice if I ever move from New York.
My mind drifts to Cassidy—her delicate bone structure, glossy red hair, sweet smile, and banging body. She has been all I can think of for the last couple of days, and I regret not getting her number. Most women, well, all women, have only been around for one night. One dance with Cassidy at the club made me feel a connection I hadn't felt before.
I shake off my thoughts and pick up the pace as I head to Antonio's place.
My phone rings. I look at the screen and grit my teeth.
"Hello, Ezra."
"Try not to sound so happy, Ivan. I'm calling to see how my little brother is doing?"
"I'm thirty-three, Ezra. I'm not so little anymore."
"Maybe not in age, but you will always be my baby brother."
I can hear the smile in his voice. My brother has never been great with emotions, but he loves me, and I know it.
"What do you need?" I stand at the curb, waiting for the light to change.
"Just wanted to remind you that Dad's birthday is coming up in a few months. I know you like to procrastinate, so I wanted to make sure you don't book any last-minute trips that will overlap with Dad's birthday weekend."
I let out a deep sigh. "Thanks for the heads-up."
"I know you and Dad haven't always seen eye to eye."
I grunt. "That's putting it mildly."
"He does love you, even if-"
"He thinks I'm a disappointment, reckless, and a skirt chaser."
Ezra is silent for a moment. "He doesn't think that, and you know it."
"You're the perfect one, so, of course, you would think that." The light turns, and I stroll across the street.
