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“I had a great night because of you.”
“Me, too. What’s next for us?” I ask.
He rattles off more events, and I add them to my phone calendar, so I can schedule a manicure and maybe get my hair done for the next one.
“Will I see you in between? Am I really just your arm candy?” I ask.
“You’re sweet as hell, but no. I’d love to see you more.” He breathes me in. “I just have a busy surgery schedule.”
Ford is a busy lawyer. Emery is a busy CEO. Ash is a busy surgeon.
I’m the one with all the time on my hands, and I don’t like that imbalance.
“Call me then, I’ll see if I’m free, too,” I say, nonchalant to reset things.
Smiling, Ash kisses me one more time. “Your castle, milady.”
I imagine if it were a castle, Ford would be lowering the drawbridge and sending his bannermen to collect me.
“Does that make Ford the king?”
“He thinks he’s one. Self-anointed.” Ash opens his door and helps me out. “Do you want me to bring you upstairs?”
A vision of leading Ash into Ford’s bedroom and demanding they kiss and makeup flashes in front of my eyes.
Selfishness creeps in. I don’t want it to be just them.
I want in on their heat and passion.
But I want Emery, too. I want...
I want it all.
“No, it’s late. I know you’re dying to call your finance manager to check your numbers for tonight.”
“I am. But I’m happy with you. I’m not thinking about any of that right now.”
“Then I’ll be the practical one. Go. Go see how much good you can do.”
“You’re incredibly selfless.” He kisses me and our hands, still a little gummy, stay connected until I walk into the building.
We share a knowing smile, and I bet he wants me to touch Ford with my hands sticky from his cum.
SEVENTEEN
FORD
Drinking my final scotch to numb the pain of loneliness and regret, I stare out my floor-to-ceiling windows at the city below.
My view faces downtown.
For years, the empty skyline broke my heart. The Freedom Tower in place of the Twin Towers doesn’t do it for me the way it does for many people.
I watched those towers fall from Washington Square Park my first year at NYU. A few students in my economics class were visiting a trading firm in the South Tower.
A trip I blew off to smoke weed with a girl I was trying to fuck.
After the first plane hit, the instinct to run toward danger and help my friends outweighed any concern for my own safety. My friends didn’t make it out of the tower, and it wrecked me. But I helped others and walked back to my dorm covered in blood and dust.
