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Normally I would want to cook something extravagant and a full three-course meal, but now, I just want comfort food. Homemade macaroni cheese, with my own little twist of roasted pumpkin, zucchini, and spring onions.
Yes, that’s what I need to do. Take the memory of the taste of Victoria off my tongue and replace it with good food.
Deep down, I know it won’t work, but I’m willing to try anyway.
I thought not being around her would soothe me, but instead, all I can think of is her anger at my actions and email. And even though she is miles away, my cock is still hard as hell, thinking about the fire in her eyes that I just put there.
There is something wrong with me.
Who gets turned on from pissing off the woman in his dreams?
ChapterThirteen
VICTORIA
Istill can’t believe the way he dismissed me, and that email was just the icing on the cake.
After arriving home from Rome, crawling into bed and feeling sorry for myself was all I could manage yesterday. I keep wondering how we could switch from having such intense chemistry between us that resulted in the off-the-charts sex, to a man who just orders me around and grunts at me when he speaks.
I would call him Jekyll and Hyde, but he has more than two sides to his personality. When he has his business personality on, he is polite, yet arrogant, confident, and makes things happen. A dominant man! But the man who took me to bed exerts such sexual control. It’s a power that has every cell in my body tingling just from his voice, and then his touch only fuels my fire. Yet the man who cleaned me and took care of me afterwards is nothing like the other two. He was soft and gentle, the man I can see behind the walls he has built and someone who truly cares. That’s the man I want to get to know more.
But the man who walked away from me at the airport is Captain Asshole. Kick me from your bed, don’t talk to me, and then kiss me as you leave, telling me I was a good time. He was the most confusing of them all.
Although, he is all those things rolled into one. I can’t help but want to know more. Call me crazy, but something is pulling me to him, no matter how much I want to run the opposite way. I mean, how can he get under my skin after one night?
I didn’t call work to tell them I was back yesterday, but I know I need to show up at the office on Monday and explain why I’m back. Not that management will care, but it will be Theo and Suzi who are over me. Thank goodness I have the weekend to get over the rollercoaster that was my week. Plus, I need to start trying to get my head around another completely different angle for the rebranding of fuckhead’s hotels.
What even is my life right now?
* * *
“You know the old saying, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else?” Lou says as she scoops another spoonful of banoffee pie into her mouth, cream left on the corners of her mouth.
It’s our go-to dessert when one of us has had a shitty day, or in my case, week. We have the best little bakery around the corner from Elouise’s house. I’m not sure it’s great for my waistline, but it’s perfect for my mental health. Sugar fixes everything. Well, maybe not everything, but it feels good for a while, and that’s enough for me.
“Ughh, men suck! I wasn’t looking for anything, and now he has my body craving sex again. Him and his super cock!” I snap, shoving another mouthful of pie into my mouth.
We are sitting on the grass in a small park down the road from the bakery. There is a pond where the wild ducks nest in the reeds and the swans spend time cruising the water. There isn’t much of the warm weather and sunshine left, so we are soaking up what we can. A few families are out with their kids and dogs. It’s the perfect setting for a sweet picture, yet most times we’re here, Lou and I are too busy bitching about something.
Today is Mr. Darby’s turn.
“Be thankful you got some dick. I’m in a drought over here.” Lou looks at me, and we both burst out laughing.
“Oh, because we are such good catches. Look at us, with cream all over our faces while stuffing ourselves full of pie. I can’t imagine why the studs aren’t all lining up at the door.” Picking up my phone, I take a selfie of both of us with evidence of the dessert around our mouths and the piece of pie on the plate half demolished.
“Shut up.” Lou bumps her shoulder into mine, and I almost drop my pie.
“Watch it. Don’t mess with a woman and her pie!” Our giggles continue until all the pie is gone and we are lying on our backs on the blanket.
“Is there something wrong with me?” I ask out loud, when really it was just a thought in my head, but now it’s out there. I’m still so confused on what went wrong yesterday that Nicholas has rocked my confidence in myself. Maybe the sex wasn’t as good for him as it was for me.
“No, not at all. Don’t you dare think that. He’s the jerk here.”
“Agreed,” I say, looking up at the clouds floating past us.
“I wish I believed you,” she says beside me. “I don’t know what he did to you, but that is some spell he cast over you.”
I allow the break in conversation and just listen to the sounds of nature around us, falling over us. I know she’s right, but I just can’t seem to shake that part of the night where he was so tender and thoughtful. And the day spent in Rome was so romantic, even though there was no intention for that to happen. He just treated me like I was special and he was trying to make a good impression. It’s just not something that I would expect from a man who is so bossy and rude at times.
