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Fucking Loïc.

“Where are you?” I asked suspiciously. Was I more worried he was in California or in Prague?

“It’s probably best if you don’t know that.”

“You’re so fucking weird.”

“I am aware.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Sadly, yes. I wish I was one of those jovial people who drink and become more gregarious and charming.” I heard him take a sip. “Instead, here I am drunk dialing a man I loathe.”

He sounded so sour about me tonight it was hard not to laugh. “Why do you hate the man who lets you stick your dick in his wife?” And in him, for that matter.

“I hate youbecauseyou let me stick my dick in your wife.” He snorted. “If Tarryn wasmywife, I wouldn’t let anyone else touch her.”

“That just means you’re more insecure than I am.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I am.”

“Because she’s married to me and not you?”

“Because the two of you have each other, and I have no place at all in this world.”

I frowned, not liking how that sounded.

“I had to make my own place in the world. If you want to do something with your life, do it.”

“I’ve heard horror stories about group homes, like where you grew up.”

Why was I not surprised he knew where I’d spent most of my teenage years? “The group home I had was decent.”

“Good.”

“It must be a world away from how you grew up—rich, showered with expensive gifts.”

“I wasn’t. My mother couldn’t stand me.”

“But she left you everything.”

“She left some for my sisters, but she left the lion’s share to me, surprisingly. I had a lawyer split it between the four of us evenly. She was monstrous to me, but all of us suffered in our own way.”

“That was generous of you.”

“Such an absurd amount of money. My biggest extravagances are travel and pretty clothes.”

I frowned at the ceiling. “At least you got enough to retire.”

“Yes. A retired whore who came out of retirement just for you.”

A vivid memory of him fucking me hard in the park across from my office kept me silent for a moment. I could still feel everything—from the flex of his muscle, the hardness of his cock, the dampness of the grass beneath me. The faint smell of my soap on his skin.

“No one forced you to fuck Tarryn that first night, and everything you’ve done since then has been up to you, too.” My dick stirred, and I irritably readjusted it. Memories of him fucking Tarryn tended to distract me when I least expected it. At least I was alone this time, and not trying to run a board meeting.

“I’m evil, Valor.” He sounded tormented.

“No, you aren’t. You’re an asshole sometimes, but that’s not the same as being evil.”

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