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What the hell is wrong with me?
A lot of things.
Because lately, even jerking off leaves me frustrated and lonely. And I have no interest in any of my regular dates. None at all. The mere idea of a quick, mindless fuck is as appealing as walking on hot coals. Fast, with a fleeting satisfaction at the end, but I would rather stare into the fire.
Mila Ward has ruined sex for me. And I haven’t even slept with her. She’s ruined my perfectly curated relationship scheme.
Merry fucking Christmas.
* * *
“Why have you been extra grumpy?” Paris plops down on a chair across from me. My club is buzzing with its usual morning activity.
“Good morning to you too, sis.” I look up from my newspaper. I fucking read newspapers now because of a woman. And I don’t mind it either, which annoys me slightly. Okay, minus the fucking ink on my fingers.
“Sorry. I’ve been a bit on edge lately and exhausted.” She sighs.
“And I’ve been extra grumpy because I’m off the screen and frustrated.” The frustration stems from more issues, but they are all related, anyway. I won’t give Paris the details. Or maybe I should.
“Why are you off the screen? You hate interacting with people. I’m not saying your phone use is healthy, but the current state is concerning. Bianca wants to know what’s going on.” Paris smiles at the server.
Of course, my mother sends one of my sisters to find out what’s going on.
I wait while Paris orders and lean back in my chair, studying her. This would be a great time to check the markets or scan the prospectus for the Singapore development. My phone is burning in my pocket.
She touches her hair. “What? Stop staring at me and turning the conversation.”
“Was there a conversation?” I deadpan.
“You, no screens. Why?”
“A bet.” I don’t know why I decide to answer. This no screen policy is having all sorts of side effects. Like I actually talk to people, opening cans of worms.
At least Paris is the only woman in my family who is a helpless romantic. Not that I’d ever confide the whole situation to her, but if I was to discuss my current obsession with someone, it would be with her. Massi and Andrea would just laugh at me. And Conrad—since he’s been pussy-whipped, he’s lost perspective.
Paris smiles. “No way. You have everything you need and can buy everything you ever wanted. What can possibly entice you enough to drop the phone shield?”
“Hey, it’s not a shield. I work a lot and my phone is a good tool—”
“Yeah, yeah. What’s the bet?” She rubs her hands in front of her and wiggles her shoulders.
“A date.” The shock on her face was worth the confession.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” She tries to contain her excitement and whispers her scream, but the energy radiating from her is hard to hide, and several people turn to look at us.
“Behave, Paris, or I will revoke your access to my club.”
She holds her breath for a moment, her fists clenched in the air, practically vibrating.
The server brings her plate with an extra-large full breakfast.
“Hungry?” I raise my eyebrows.
“Don’t you dare… it’s winter, I’ll get back in shape for spring. Who is it?” She digs into her hash browns, stuffs her mouth, and then freezes. She straightens up and starts eating like a lady. Thank God.
“It doesn’t matter who it is.”
“It does, because she clearly is worth the suffering.” Paris points her fork at me.
