Page 15 of Big Daddy to Go

“No.” I shake my head, just wanting her to leave me alone.

“Oh, I’m sure you miss Jason.”

I glare at her.

“No, that’s not it. I have to figure out how to return all of those wedding gifts,” I fib. “Super annoying.”

Renata reaches down and awkwardly pats my arm.

“You’ll get through this. You know, I never thought Jason was right for you anyway.”

“Oh no?” I ask curiously.

I’m being somewhat sarcastic because I know Renata is excited Jason and I have broken up. There is a certain tone to her voice and a gleam in her eyes that gives her false concern away. This little bitch thinks she has a shot with Jason.

“No, you’re too good for him. If you need me to contact him for you to return any of his stuff or tie up loose ends, let me know. I know how hard these things are,” she says, trying to sound sympathetic.

Wow. I shouldn’t be surprised by now how horrible some human beings can be, but it seems like I’m reminded of this every single day. Or maybe I’m just surrounded by superficial assholes.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Renata doesn’t seem to notice my snarky sarcasm, but at least she finally leaves me alone. As I eat my muffin, I amuse myself with how perfectly awful of a couple Jason and Renata would make. She’d want to gossip about all of the socialites of the Upper East Side, and Jason would ignore her or snap at her. They’re both idiots, and I’d be better off without either of them in my life.

After breakfast, I try to focus on work, but my mind keeps wandering. Not to Jason or to the wedding, but to Kane. His hard body and soft lips. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed, or fucked, so incredibly well.

My thighs quiver just thinking about how easily Kane lifted me onto his cock. I shift in my seat and wince, still sore from being filled so tightly last night. I would gladly sit on Kane’s lap and feel him pulse inside me once more, but it was a one-time thing. I won’t ever see him again. I doubt Kane frequents The Drunken Bucket. The more I think about him, the more out of place he seemed in his expensive three-piece suit at the dive bar.

The guy lives in Madison Square Park Tower, for crying out loud—one of the most expensive buildings in New York. On top of that, he can afford penthouses at Hotel Magnolia. And the concierge recognized him right away, as if stopping there was a normal occurrence for him. God, I hope he’s not one of those rich businessmen who takes prostitutes to hotels and that’s why they know him there so well!

I should have made him wear a condom, but I hate them, and they usually irritate my body.

“Lexi, are you okay?”

I snap out of my thoughts of Kane and our mind-blowing bareback penthouse sex and look up at Renata.

“W-what? Yeah, fine,” I say as my cheeks flush.

“You seem a bit dazed. It’s probably really hard to be here after all that’s happened.”

“Yeah, it is,” I feed into Renata’s pity, not caring what she thinks or who she blabs to anymore.

Last night, I exorcized Jason Peckham from my life with Kane’s amazing body and soft caresses. Now that Jason is out of my system, I can start to move on and enjoy being single again.

Still, it would be amazing to see Kane again. I know it was only a one-night stand, but I felt a real connection between us. It was like I knew him already—maybe it’s because he looks like Jason, or maybe there’s more to it. Or maybe I’m delusional.

I can’t indulge in any more fantasies of Kane Jones, though. We had an amazing night, and that’s exactly what I needed to move on. Even though I went for a guy who looks just like my ex… Does that mean I’m still hanging onto Jason?