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CHAPTER6

Jules

Darkness surroundsme when I open my eyes.

For a second, I’m lost, until a warm, hard body stirs next to me and I’m immediately transported to last night—and earlier this morning—as saucy images loop in my head.

It wasn’t a dream.

Thank God.

What time is it?

I lift my body, resting my weight against one elbow as I force my eyes to focus on the clock sitting on the nightstand.

Four o’clock?!

Shit.

Sydney must be worried.

Carefully, I pull the sheet off my body and attempt to climb off the high California King bed. When I move my legs, I groan internally. Our sex marathon depleted everything in me. My legs feel like Jell-O and my pussy is still pulsating from the vigorous workout. From the first thrust, I was stretched to the max. Ignatius’s remarkable size was a lot to handle, but the pleasure of the fullness overruled the slight discomfort, so I didn’t complain. Now, I’m paying the price for fucking a man with a really big cock.

I bite my lip to stifle a grunt as I push myself off the bed and I wobble a bit when I stand up.

I look over my shoulder at the gorgeous man sleeping peacefully. He looks more like a boy than an alpha right now.

My eyes trail over his delectable torso, stopping at his spectacular tattooed chest. I was dying to ask him about them, but last night wasn’t a date.

Sigh.

I should get a move on, but I can’t pull my eyes away from him. My fingers itch to run along the fine layer of scruff adorning his jawline. To mess up his thick wavy hair, which is styled a little longer on top. The craving to slide back into bed, so we can go for another couple of rounds, blooms between my legs. I wish I could taste his full lips one more time before escaping, but I don’t want to wake him and I sure as hell don’t want to come across like the silly girl who falls for a one-night stand.

Even in the lowlight, it’s impossible to remain unaffected by his good looks. I can’t ever recall having such a strong physical reaction to a man upon sight. I’ve heard of insta-lust, it’s just never happened to me. My perfect match is the quintessential irresistible Hollywood playboy every girl wants, and last night, he was all mine. I asked him to forget, and he rose to the challenge.

Thank you for the most amazing night of my life.

I blow him a kiss.

I wish I could stay here in this luxury suite with this beautiful stranger and never step into my tragic, chaotic and lonely life, but I can’t.

One night.

I knew the deal before stepping into the club.

Reluctantly, I tiptoe towards the chaise and quickly slide into my clothes and heels, a pang of overwhelming sadness engulfing me.

This makes absolutely no sense.

I shake off this weird trance I’m under.

In the dark, I smooth down my dress and comb my fingers through my freshly fucked hair. I’m sure I look like a hot mess, but checking my reflection in the mirror is too risky.

You need to get out of here, Jules.

My hand is curled around the bedroom door handle when I spy a pen and small notepad on the dressing table. Without bothering to second-guess myself, I tear off a page and pen a brief note.

Ignatius,

Thank you for helping me to forget and thank you for making me feel again. I’m sure this note screams newbie and it’s probably gauche, but since we’re unlikely to ever see each other again, I’m okay with that. I won’t forget you anytime soon.

—Stay well, Wild Strawberry, aka, J.S.

I’m not breaking the rules per se. I didn’t write my full name, just my initials. I drop the note on the pillow next to him and tiptoe out of the bedroom. I stand in the hallway for way too long before coaxing my feet to move. Once I reach the lobby, I check my phone. Sydney texted me three hours ago to let me know she was heading out.Wow.Hillary also texted me to let me know she was spending the night at her boyfriend’s Malibu house with her daughters. It’s unlikely I’ll see her until much later today since they’re going sailing and then off to another party. She also texted me a long list of chores she expects me to do around the house since it’s Sunday.Great.While the three witches enjoy a leisurely Sunday, I’ll be pulling God knows how many hours at the office in my attempt to save Daddy’s company before going back to the house to play maid.

Fuck my life.