Page 37 of And Then Came You

I missed her more than I’ve ever missed anyone. That’s saying something.

Then there’s our earlier conversation. I know I was digging, but I needed answers, even if I don’t know why I’m so desperate to possess them.

Lexi isn’t my type. She’s my friend. A friend who looks more beautiful every time I see her. A friend who felt so good lying in my arms.

“Baby, are you having fun?” Almira coos, her fingers caressing my scalp.

Back to reality.

“Not really.” I force a smile, because I don’t want to appear ungrateful. The woman has rolled out the red carpet for me. Hell, I’m used to first class, but this is next level.

Besides, Almira is stunningly beautiful, smart, and insanely wealthy.

But all I want is to get away from this club.

This noise.

Go back to the house.

Back to Lexi.

Noting Almira’s crestfallen expression, I lean in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. I know she’s hoping for something a bit more personal, but like I told Lexi earlier, I don’t plan on crossing that border. “I’ve got a thumper of a headache.”

“Why didn’t you say so? Let’s go.”

For an international jet-setter, the woman is a truly nice human being. A total rarity.

I want to feel something for Almira. Something deep and profound.

Hell, even when I was balls deep inside her, I couldn’t stay in the moment. My mind drifted, my thoughts carrying me away to another place.

I blame the alcohol, but I know that’s a bullshit excuse.

Something in me has shut off, and I don’t know how to turn it back on again.

The only exception? Lexi. With her, I feel everything. This cauldron of emotions, bubbling over whenever she’s near me. She’s the only one who can put me at ease, but now, there’s another level—a nervous energy I can’t shake. Thank God for sunglasses, because I couldn’t keep my eyes off her today. That bikini showed off her assets in a whole new way, giving me one hell of a helping of eye candy—slender legs, narrow waist, flared hips and the greatest pair of tits I’ve ever seen.

But it was her gestures, subconscious movements—slender fingers gliding along her thigh or tracing the column of her neck—that fired me up inside.

That’s why I couldn’t stop staring. And the knowledge of that made me antsy as hell. I felt more nervous as I interrogated Lexi about her preference in men, than I did the first time I had sex.

I had good reason to be a bundle of nerves, because my first time was a total bomb. I was terrible. It took my uncle and a trip to a high-class hooker to learn the ropes.

But once I did, let’s just say I’m a master of improvisation.

“We’ll go back to the house, and I’ll make your headache go away.” It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what Almira is talking about, and the woman is no slouch at sucking cock—firm suction, all tongue, no teeth. So why couldn’t I get off? I had to toss Almira onto the bed and fuck her from behind, jack hammering into her until we both fell over from exhaustion.

What am I trying to prove?

I thought the last few weeks had gotten my head screwed on straight again.

I thought wrong.

We walk out of the club into the balmy evening, popping into the back of the limo idling in the lot. The car is at her beck and call, should Almira need to go anywhere. It doesn’t matter what time of the day or night. What she wants, she gets.

Must be good to be queen.

Leaning back against the seat, I close my eyes, thankful for the gentle noise of the tires against pavement, lulling my emotions down from their ledge. Almira’s hands stroke along my neck, but I flinch against her caress.

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