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“I don’t know how I’m going to survive after this scandal if we don’t at least make some sort of arrangement. Maybe a fuck-buddy kind of thing. I don’t care at this point.”

“Okay, these are the words of a sick woman,” Lily says. “Listen, I’ll be straight with you. I could sense a connection between the two of you just by looking at y’all for no more than a minute.”

“Really?” I ask with glee in my voice.

“There’s no denying it,” she states. “What do you think you’re going to do?”

“What do you think I should do?” I ask her.

“I say go after the sexy billionaire and try and get that man to put a ring on it!”

I shush her frantically, hoping that neither Aiden nor Adam heard that. I don’t want to come across as shallow or a gold digger by any means.

“But you have a lot to think about,” Lily continues. “Especially considering the controversy surrounding him. You may want to maintain a distance from him.”

“I only want to be close to him,” I say, unafraid.

“So, youdoknow what you’re going to do?”

“No, I’m still not sure.”

“Fuck,” Lily says with a hearty laugh. “I’m just saying, being associated with him might reflect poorly on you if you choose to keep riding the line.”

I know that Lily is making some good points, but I choose to ignore them and listen to my instincts. Or perhaps it’s simply my sex drive whirring and driving me crazy every hour of every day.

When I finally return home that night, I want to work on mapping out some ideas on where to go next in terms of improving Aiden’s image to the media.

The problem is that I frequently drift away and focus solely on Aiden’s literal image. I think about his muscles and how mighty they looked when he was dominating me right in the heart of New York City.

Needless to say, I don’t get much work done that night. I don’t want to sleep alone, but I believe my loneliness will be gone soon. I pray for patience.

7

Aiden

I’m not looking forward to work that morning at all. I’ve never been one to talk down on Monday’s simply because of what they are.

Why I hate this Monday is because of what it represents to me personally during this stretch of time. I’m just getting off what feels like the longest weekend of my life. Hours of thought, hours of dull daydreams, hours of masturbation. All because of what Kate is doing to me.

So, when I get into work, I go straight for my office and the bottle of cinnamon whiskey I have in my freezer.

I remain unfocused and inattentive during all of my Monday morning meetings. Adam is diligent and makes important notes when needed for me.

I’m only thinking about one thing. I’m only looking forward to my afternoon meeting that I have scheduled with Kate. I keep telling myself that I have to keep my feelings to myself. I can’t get involved with my current PR manager while being embroiled in a scandal involving my most recent ex-PR manager. I have to resist her, no matter how irresistible she is, and no matter how amazingly she rode my cock.

I wish I can pinpoint a specific thing this girl says or does to drive me wild, but I think she and I are just naturally good sexual partners. We complement each other—a carnal yin and yang. I continue to replay that night of passion in my head.

I’m also thinking about the run-in I had with Kate on Saturday at the diner. I still can’t get over the shock of seeing her there like that. Adam and I have hundreds of diners to choose from, and we decide to go to one that neither of us were really invested in going to in the first place? It all makes sense why we chose that place once I saw her: destiny in the form of Kate Harly.

Destiny calls shortly after lunch, much to my happiness. Unfortunately though, Kate is running late and asks if we can push our meeting to either a later time or cancel and try another day. Seeing as I made sure to have my entire day clear after lunch for her, I can assure her that I will be free for her and I won’t mind waiting for her to get here. If only she knew just how long I’ve already been waiting for her.

* * *

Kate finally arrivesat the office around four, running in as quickly as she can. She looks exhausted, but she still remains an elegant beauty far beyond my league. I don’t even need to hear her make up a reason or excuse for being late. I don’t care.

“Thank you so much for agreeing to see me so much later, Mr. Marx,” she says.

“You’re quite welcome, Ms. Harly,” I reply. “You got here just in time for most of the staff’s closing time. I can’t help but wonder if this is intentional.”