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“We should have. I’m sorry,” he says.
“Your apology means nothing.” With that, I turn and walk out of the room, never to return.
2
HARPER
“I’m busy tonight, baby. I have a heap of paperwork to complete for this acquisition. Maybe I can come over when I’m finished?” Josh explains to me over the phone.
“But I’m horny.” I pout through the phone.
“You always are. Believe me, I would much rather be in your bed than at work, but I’ve got to finish this. Then I can’t wait to come back to your place and fuck you. You’re my incentive to get it done quickly. You know how long I’ve been working on this.” I absently nod because I know he’s been busy. I’ve been seeing Josh for a couple of months. My parents introduced us, he was the son of one of their charity gala donors, and they thought we would hit it off. They were right. I mean six-foot, dark hair, blue eyes, works in finance, six pack, great dick. Tick, Tick, Tick. “I’ll make it up to you, really good,” he says.
“You sure will. Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes as my thighs tingle in anticipation.
“Thanks, baby. I’ve got to go but make sure those legs are open and ready for me when I get home,” Josh declares.
“They always are,” I say before hanging up.
How am I supposed to go back to work when he’s worked me up like that with his threat?
I make it till seven at work myself before checking in with Josh, and he’s still working. A brilliant idea pops into my head, I’m going to surprise him at work, naked with dinner. The man needs to eat and he’s a great multitasker. Luckily, he is in the building around the corner from me, so I don’t have far to go. I pick up dinner from his favorite restaurant downstairs and walk into his office block. Nodding at the security guard, I tell him I’m delivering dinner to my man, which I’ve done on multiple occasions, and he wishes me a goodnight. I head up to the seventieth floor where his office is. When the elevator doors open, I’m greeted by silence, it looks like everyone’s gone home. Excited anticipation fills me as I hurry toward Josh’s office. I don’t even bother knocking as I swing open the door and yell, “Surprise.”
Then everything stills.
Looks like I’m the one surprised as I drop the takeout bag of food onto the floor. Josh has his twenty-one-year-old intern pressed against his desk while he fucks her from behind, he’s still dressed in his suit, and she has her skirt lifted around her hips. She screams when she sees me and pushes Josh away from her. I watch his dick fall out of her, thank fuck he’s wearing a condom. Then he stares at me and his face turns white as he quickly pushes his still-hard, condom-covered dick into his suit pants.
“Harper, I can explain,” he says, fidgeting with his pants.
I shake my head still in shock. “No,” I say, waving my hands at him. This can’t be happening again, I try to hold back my tears. Why do men always cheat on me? Why am I never enough? I thought Josh was different. He knows my history and that I have trust issues. He convinced me he wasn’t like other guys. What a fucking lie. Just like all the others.‘No, Harper.I’m not interested in my assistant, the barista, my sister’s best friend, my best friend, my gym instructor, the maid,’and the list fucking goes on. Maybe it's a sign from the universe telling me I should give up on men.Spinsterhood might look good on me.
Turning on my heel, I storm out of the office, I don’t need to hear his excuse, like‘this is the first time, it was an accident, it won’t happen again, you work too much, you emasculate me because I can’t provide for you, your personality is too much.’I’ve heard all the excuses you can give.
“Baby, please let me explain,” he begs behind me.
Turning around, I stop and glare at his disheveled state. “Josh, I don’t care what you have to say. We had fun. Now you’re having fun with someone else. I’m good.” With that, I turn on my heel and leave.
Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not cry.I tell myself all the way down in the elevator.
“That was qui …” the security guard starts to say but stops himself as he realizes what happened.
“Seems like someone has already fed him,” I say.
“Oh, Miss Harper, I’m sorry. You’re too good for a man like him,” the old guy says.
“I am,” I agree, giving him a smile as I hold my head up high and straighten my back. “I’ll be all right.”
“Yes, you will, Miss,” he calls back.
As I step onto the pavement, the noise of honking horns fills my ears, and the jostling of people on the sidewalk snaps me back to reality.
“Fuck Josh,”I say, holding up my glass of champagne to cheers my girls, who rallied when I called them in tears when I got home.
“Fuck men,” Kimberly Skye, one of my oldest friends agrees, doing the same.
“Why can’t men keep their dicks in their fucking pants?” Isabelle Alessi, my other friend, adds. I’ve known Issy since high school, our parents are good friends, and her father owned a high-profile sports management agency dealing with footballers, hockey players, baseballers, and any other professional athlete. Unfortunately, he passed away six months ago and Issy has now become the heir of the empire along with her two younger sisters, and the men of the agency are pissed, thinking a woman like her can’t run her father’s empire, even though she’s been by his side since she was born. He used to joke that she was the son he never had. Issy idolized her father, and she is dealing with that grief while dealing with misogynistic assholes trying to take her company away from her. I miss my other bestie, Camryn Starr. She would be raising hell about Josh and planning the best revenge for him, but she’s taking some time away from the city to heal. I wish she would come back but I get it. I can cuddle her again when we catch up soon in France at a friend’s wedding.
“Why does this shit keep happening to me? Do I have please cheat on me, tattooed on my forehead?” I ask them.