Page 104 of Notorious Park Avenue Prince

How did you tell your best friend that you’d been whisked away to a private island so you could have hot sex with the most intimidating professor to walk the halls of Astor? Oh and that his TA had come too.

“I was out of town.”

“Well, I gathered that, but you don’t usually go MIA. Is it because I was with the dean?”

“No. If you want to spend time with the most boring faculty member of Astor, that’s on you.Ididn’t call because I was busy getting schooled by thehottestmember of Astor’s faculty.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

West’s confusion was a delightful little reprieve to this shit-tastic homecoming, so I decided to distract myself with it.

“Let’s just say I spent this past week serving a king…and his TA.”

One second… Two seconds… Three?—

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“Sorry, no. It takes all my energy to fuck around with the two I’ve been playing with this week. You’ll have to get Golden Boy to do that.”

“King? As in Professor Hardass?”

“One and the same, and I am delighted to confirm he does indeed have a hard ass—and cock.”

West stared at me with a look of complete and utter bewilderment on his face. “But how? When? And his TA? You mean Zac? You two hate each other.”

It was true. We had…until fairly recently.

“As much as I’d like to get into this, I kind of have a lot going on right now. So if we could keep this on the down-low, one scandal at a time is about all I can handle.”

“That’s what you used to say about cocks, too.”

“Touché.”

“Fuckin’ hell, East. I don’t know what to say.”

Now that was a first.

“But don’t think I’m not going to ask a million questions when shit settles down.”

“I’d expect nothing less. But right now, I need to go and get myself another martini.”

“Wait, so, are you…with them now?”

I wasn’t sure exactly how much to reveal, so I merely shrugged and said, “I’ll call you again soon.”

“I can’t call you?”

“No phone, remember?”

“Oh yeah—well, just know I’m here if you need anything.”

“I know.” And I did. West was the best friend a guy could have. The kind you knew you could count on under any circumstance, and I’d given him plenty to bail from. But he never had. He’d always pulled through, always been there. Just like he knew I would be for him. “Thanks, West.”

“No problem. See you soon.”

“See you.”

I ended the call and lay there in the quiet of the bathroom for a minute, letting my new reality set in. But when the noise in my head started up again, I decided it might not be so smart to sit there by myself wallowing, where I might be tempted to fill the tub and drown out the noise.

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