Page 5 of Viral Affair

“Come on, lay it out for me. Who is she?” Rowan clasped his hands behind his head.

I drank some water, staring at him and trying to figure out what he was talking about. “Who is who?”

“The woman who you keep thinking about. I’ve known you for years and you only get distracted like this when there is a new woman in your life,” he said.

I sighed. He was right. I was a bit more relaxed whenever I was fucking someone new, but these things never lasted.

“I think that’s the issue- there is no one, and that’s why I’m thinking about calling Rosie,” I said.

Rowan knew about Valerie. We were friends, and he knew I had been looking for her since I’d coming back from Greece two years ago. He straightened himself up as soon as I said that.

“What? You can’t be serious. Rosie is only after your money, and you know that yourself,” he said with a scoff.

I frowned. “You’re exaggerating, as always. She’s just used to a certain lifestyle, but she also wants a family. I’m tired, I want to settle down.” I knew deep down that I was done sleeping around. I had been partying constantly since before Samantha had left Spencer.

“That’s a bold statement, but I think you’re making a big mistake. Rosie wasn’t for you, she’s not the one you should start a family with. Get on some dating apps, or I can hook you up with one of the dating agency—”

“No.” I cut him off, a little harshly. I couldn’t stand dating apps, that wasn’t me.Despite what everyone thought about me, I was a traditional guy. I wanted to meet someone properly. But since Rosie, I hadn’t been in any other serious relationship. “I don’t do dating apps, you know that.”

He raised his hands in defeat and said, “All right, all right, forget I said anything. So, did you talk to James or Spencer about this?”

“No, and I’m not planning to, because I already know what they are going to say,” I warned him. “I only want the girl who I met in Greece, but she’s a ghost, and I can’t believe she left without leaving me her phone number.”

“You told me about her. What was her name again?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter. I have nothing to go on, so there’s no point bringing her up. Besides, I was a different guy back then.” I knew that was bullshit because I’d fucked hundreds of women since Valerie, but none of them ever made me feel alive like she had. Maybe it was an illusion that I kept living in- thinking Valerie was out there waiting for me.

“All right, but don’t do anything rash. Rose is a selfish, money-grabbing snob. I don’t see her as a mother figure. She’s the complete opposite of you. But, if that is what you want, then I won’t get involved,” Rowan added as he gestured to the waitress to get us the bill.

Calling Rosie didn’t mean I was going to propose to her, but it was the next step to make in order to put my life back on track. I was ready for this because the woman from Greece was still only a dream.

Chapter Three

Veronica

“Laura, don’t be a twat. The man clearly has an interest in you, and you’ve seen his bloody cock. Do you know how many women in London would cut off their arms to see the Prime Minister’s massive, hard cock?” I asked my roommate while we were on the phone, finally catching up after my long weekend.

She had just started her new job, and it seemed like things were going smoothly, despite the fact that her new boss was the Prime Minister of this country.

“Spencer Banks doesn’t want me, silly,” Laura chided, and she sounded like she was out of breath. She was probably cleaning, because she always kept our apartment spotless. She was a bit of a neat freak when it came to tidiness.

I ought to tell her that Downing Street had plenty of staff for that so she needn’t bother herself.

“Girl, I’m telling you! This man is acting like he decided to hire you because of his daughter, but the truth is that he wants to get in your knickers. And from what you told me, there is a mutual attraction between you two,” I continued to tease her.

A few days ago, Laura had gone for an interview, thinking she was going to be hired as a nanny, but for some reason the current PM thought that she was there to attend to his sexual needs. So, apparently he’d dangled his cock right in front of her face, demanding for her to suck it. I’d been trying to picture this whole thing since the moment she’d told me about it. Spencer Banks, the current Prime Minister, was absolutely gorgeous, and he had quite the following all over social media. Laura was attracted to him, even though she kept denying it.

“He may wish to get into my knickers as much as he pleases, but I’m not interested in arrogant, obnoxious, snobs who think the world revolves around them,” she snapped.

I was just about to respond when Laura must have dropped her phone. Amidst the background noise, faint voices drifted into my ears.

“Hello? Laura? Are you all right? What’s happened? Don’t tell me you’ve dropped your phone in the sink?” I sat in our tiny kitchen, painting my toenails red. All the windows were open and it was scorching hot. The sounds of cars whizzing by outside filled the air, their rhythmic roar infiltrating my surroundings.

“Laura will call you back,” a deep voice said, and then the line went dead.

I stared at the phone for a moment, wondering what the hell had happened. Spencer must have done something if he had Laura’s phone. I was just about to hit the ‘call back’ button, when a second later, I saw that I had a notification on my Facebook Messenger.

“Oh, it’s Clara." I saw the picture of my friend, and then pressed to listen to her voice message that she left me.

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