“I would.”
I didn’t think twice about my agreement because I would never date. But it seemed to satisfy him, and we both needed to focus on preparing for the Capstone project. Fayed’s friendship and his connections were next level and I valued them. But going forward, I’d have to be careful in how I handled him, because the last thing I needed was him getting jealous over Lorcan’s magnificent dipstick. And I'd rather Lorcan didn't start a row with Fayed because of any supposed "competition", since Fayed could also come out guns blazing.
As a matter of fact, my life would be much easier if these two never met at all.
26
PUSHING FORWARD
My gamble on the Swiss weekend getaway had paid off in spades. Tristen had gone from hesitant agreement to nearly jumping me at the door of her friend’s house. My spirits were soaring, and my confidence was unparalleled.
Back at the office, I knew Dad would be prowling like a caged panther, ready to lay it on me for being so 'reckless' during a testy business venture. So the only reasonable thing to do was take the rest of the day off. Daddy dearest wasn’t going to bring me down from my well-deserved celebration. I’d finally nailed the woman of my month-long obsession, and I was going to share the news with my BREASTFRIENDS.
Blinding sunbeams poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, assaulting my eyes when I walked in. Jingling my car keys, I swung them into an ornamental green bowl in the foyer with a whoop. The first stop was the wet bar to pour myself a celebratory glass of fine scotch. Then I plopped down on the brown leather recliner in front of my monstrous hundred-forty-six-inch TV and started a video call to my guys.
Brad was the first to join. He growled in joyous pride when he saw my ear-to-ear grinning smirk.
“Ahh! My boy got laid! Fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!”
“Damn right! Two full days of fucking and cock warming inside her. I’m a brand-new man!”
Keaton and Ash joined the ongoing call.
“Catch me up,” Ash quipped, shoving a spoonful of Nesquik Cocoa Puffs into his mouth. He was addicted to those little brown balls of sugar.
“Lorcan’s peepee finally got wet,” Brad answered, eliciting raucous laughter from the two.
“Whoa, whoa,” I interrupted their guffaws. “May I remind you that my cock has respected street cred and a name of his own? Bradley de Vere Beauclark, you cannot refer to The Jackhammer as a peepee. The damage he does is legendary.”
I readied for his salty comeback because he hated being called his full name.
“Fair. But this girl had you whipped like a wussy, so that little pepper you are so proud of might be this small.” He showcased a three-inch gap with his thumb and pointer finger.
“You wanna try it and verify the size?”
He flashed me two middle fingers and mouthed "fuck you" before Keaton jumped in.
“Now that your itch is scratched, will you go back to being your usual Casanova?”
“I’m okay with fucking only her on the regular,” I said like it was the most natural thing to come out of a playboy’s mouth.
“Excuse me?” Ashton’s eyes bulged. “You want to fucking date?”
“If you knew this girl, you’d want to see her regularly too.”
“She asked for it?” Brad inquired.
“Nope. She’s against it.”
Keaton stroked his impeccably groomed beard. “That reverse psychology bullshit working on you?”
I sighed in defeat, my back melding to the slanted seat. Right now, I needed their support and suggestions, not a reminder that I was on a lovesick martyr’s mission.
“It’s not that, Keat,” I answered after a long pause. “I’ve not been interested in anyone else since noticing her.”
“Yeah, because she was the one thing you couldn’t have.”
“And after having her, not even death would keep me away from her. I’d be chasing her in the afterlife too.”