Page 98 of Billionaire Bachelor

She nods. “That’s what I’m here for.”

By the timeI clock out, I’m beat. I just want to go home, shower, and bury myself in Logan’s arms.

And maybe consume my weight in chocolate.

But the second my heels hit the parking lot, I practically scream in frustration, knowing I have to deal with this first.

Julian fucking Hunt, aka my smarmy ex, is leaning against my car, looking down at his cell phone. His muddy brown hair is gelled back in that Wall Street bro way he thinks makes him look cool, but really, it just makes him look like a douchebag. Dressed in a designer suit that costs more than my rent, he looks exactly like the type of guy who’d drive a bright yellow Lamborghini Aventador, which of course, is parked right behind my Ford, blocking me in.

As my heels click on the pavement, Julian’s dark blue eyes flick my way, and a smug smile stretches across his face. “Rosalie. Don’t you look lovely?”

I come to a halt, leaving several feet between us. “What do you want, Julian?”

He holds his phone screen in my direction. On it, I can see one of the articles with a photo of me kissing Logan. “It didn’t take you long to move on I see.”

I snort, crossing my arms. “At least I waited until our relationship wasoverbefore I started sleeping with someone else.”

His eyes narrow. “So you say. I always knew you had a thing for that guy. For all I know, you were so angry about me and Summer because you were projecting your own guilt about being unfaithful.”

My hands curl into fists. “You don’t know shit, Julian. But I’m not going to waste time trying to convince you otherwise, so believe whatever the hell you want. I don’t care.”

He pushes off my car, stepping closer. “I think I’m onto something here. Let’s face it, Rosalie. You were never very enthusiastic in bed. Why do you think I had to look elsewhere? But maybe that’s because you were so worn out from giving it up to your brother’s friend?”

My blood boils. “Or maybe, I just wasn’t that into sex withyoubecause you couldn’t find my clit with a goddamn GPS! You know thatlittle problemI had, Julian? Well, guess what? Problem’s solved! I’ve never been more sexually satisfied.” NowIhave a smug grin. “In fact, I never even knew it waspossibleto have as many orgasms as I’ve had over such a short period recently. Turns out,Iwasn’t the one suffering from a dysfunction in that scenario.”

His smirk drops.

Ha! How do you like ’dem apples, you slimy bastard?

“Bitch,” he sneers.

“Takes one to know one, Jules.”

His jaw tightens. “He’s going to get bored of you, Rosalie. And when he does, I’m going to enjoy watching you eat your words.”

“Why don’t you worry about your own relationship? I hear congratulations are in order? I hope you and Summer have a veryhappy life together.” I hold a finger up. “Oh, wait. No, I don’t. Get away from my car, dickhead. I have nothing else to say to you.”

His expression darkens. “Think about this when you want to come crawling back to me.”

I snort derisively.“Like that’s ever going to happen.”

Julian levels me with one final glare before sliding into his Lambo and peeling out of the lot. I watch him go, my chest rising and falling with adrenaline. My hands are shaking, frustration and anger rolling through me as I fight the urge to scream.

I yank open my car door and slide into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel as I take a deep breath.

“Fucking fuckhead small-dicked motherfucker,” I mumble.

I desperately need to calm down before I drive anywhere, so I take a moment to call Logan.

He picks up immediately. “Hey, you.”

I sigh, feeling relieved just by the sound of his voice. “Can you meet me at my place?”

Logan doesn’t hesitate. “I’m already on my way. Just have to pick up dinner first. Anything specific you want?”

A small smile tugs at my lips. “Cheesy carbs of some kind?”

“You got it. Now are you going to tell me what’s got you so worked up? I can tell something’s off, but you seemed okay when we spoke earlier.”