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NOEMI

“Is this only about sex?” James asked, with an annoyed expression.

I tried not to roll my eyes, looking around at the swanky bar he had brought me to. “I’m pretty sure I have been abundantly clear the last three times we were together?”

It had been six months since I had found out my ex-fiancé Patrick had been hiding an entire secret family. The bastard had a wife with one fucking point five kids and a fucking cute as fuck golden retriever. They had been together for six years, and the last two years I had thought he was only mine.

I have needs, Noemi. That bastard thought that was enough of an excuse to lie to me.

“I thought it was just something you said so we would get together.” He downed the rest of his bourbon.

“Yes. I said I just wanted sex so we would get together, and I could trick you into marrying me,” I said, exasperated. “This is just physical, how hard is that to believe?”

He stared at me like I had grown a second head.

“It was cute the first time, but come on, Spicy. You’re too old to be playing the “I only need sex” card,” he said, with a sneer. “You should be wanting a family with kids by now.”

I hated the nickname Spicy, I was also not that fucking old.

“Look, if you can’t get it up, then just say it,” I snapped.

“Oh, Spicy you know I can get it up. I was just hoping you would realize that maybe it's time to settle down and stop this charade. I honestly thought this was some perverse way for you to get my attention.” He stood up. “I need to settle down and think about my future with a wife and kids, instead of wasting time with a woman who ‘has needs’.”

I didn’t want to see the irony that I was being called out for having needs just like my ex. He looked at me like he expected me to say something, and when I didn’t, he rolled his eyes.

“We could have been good together, Spicy,” he said, before walking away.

I clenched my jaw to stop myself from saying something I was going to regret. I didn’t need to tell him how sex with him was subpar and how jackhammering into me was his only move, and even how I faked my first orgasm with him.

Why did I keep coming back to him?

Honestly, I was really disappointed with the slim pickings from the dating app. It was between James and some dude named Sid. The latter gave off serious serial killer vibes. He had asked what I was wearing on my feet a couple of times, along with what my shoe size was. He weirdly stated that we were close to the same size. Did he want to murder me and wear my shoes around town?

That would be my luck, I get murdered for my shoes just because “I have needs”.

Downing the rest of my drink, I stood up, grabbed my purse and jacket, and headed to the bar. I needed another one and this server was never going to make it back to us quickly. This asshole didn’t even pay for his drink. If I wasn’t going to get laid, I might as well enjoy another drink before I got myself off. There was a space right next to the table so I didn’t have to walk too far.

“He was an insecure bastard.” A voice blurted out right next to me.

I looked over to see a gorgeous man in a suit, and amusement shone in his eyes.

“Excuse me?”

I was taken aback by how utterly gorgeous this man was. Blinking a few times to make sure the alcohol wasn’t altering my vision, he looked like a model off a Bespoke photoshoot. His hair was so light it was almost white, short on the sides and long on the top, paired with gray eyes. His slight tan was a beautiful contrast to his hair. He had a five o’clock shadow that accentuated his square jaw and with a cupid's bow that lifted his top lip. He looked awfully familiar, but I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he was a model or someone famous.

“He made you feel bad for wanting sex because he was an insecure man,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t think he was insecure,” I replied, looking frantically for the bartender, needing something to do so I didn’t just stare at this alluring man.

“Oh, he definitely was. With a beautiful woman like you, just asking for sex ruined his ego.”

He took another sip, licking his lips as he set his drink down. “I’m sure the sex was spectacular. A good ramming?”

I laughed. “Like a jackhammer.”

“What can I get you?” The bartender strolled up.

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