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“I mean I want to go out. Not all of us are tied down in domestic hell,” I tell them.

“It’s not hell, more like heaven. What happened with Dani?” Xavier asks.

“Nothing happened. We’ve had our fun. It’s time for me to move on. Either you two are going to come and be the wingman I need, or I’ll go out on my own.” I shrug like I don’t care either way. In all honesty, if neither of them comes out with me, I’ll probably just find myself going home alone and fantasizing about a certain little paralegal.

“Fine, I’ll come,” Nathan says.

“Me too. I gotta see this with my own eyes.” Xavier laughs.

“What?” I ask him.

“You thinking it’s going to be easy to pick up where you left off when you’re still hung up on your paralegal,” he says.

“I’m not hung up on anyone.” I set my drink on the porch and stand. “Let’s go. You drive.” I point to Xavier.

“Fine with me,” he says.

Twenty minutes later, we’re walking up to the VIP section of Unhinged. An upscale nightclub that recently opened up in Melbourne. Xavier is friends with the owner and his little sister frequents the place, which is usually why we end up here too.

We sit down and it’s not long before a waitress comes over with a bottle of whiskey and three glasses. Placing them in the middle of the table, she asks, “Can I get you boys anything else?”

I glance up at her. She’s attractive, nice face, great tits, and legs that go on for miles. This is the type of woman who would usually get my dick hard. Right now, it’s not doing anything. Not even a slight budge.

“No, we’re good,” I tell her.

“Okay, what about her?” Xavier nods towards a tall redhead sitting at the bar.

“No,” I answer after a brief look at the girl.

“Okay, her,” Nathan says, gesturing to the opposite side of the bar, where a curvy brunette with bright-red lips sips on a glass of wine.

I shake my head. “No,” I tell him.

There’s nothing wrong with any of these women. I just don’t have that urge to fuck them like I usually would. I look around the room, my eyes landing on every female in proximity, whether they’re with another guy or not. None of them are doing anything for me.

“I think she’s fucking broken my cock,” I blurt out to my friends, who laugh at me in return.

“Told you so. Can we go now?” Xavier asks.

“Fine, you can drop me home and send me the details for a good psychologist,” I tell him.

“First, what makes you think I know a good psychologist? And second, why the fuck do you want one?” Xavier asks.

“You’re rich kid. All rich kids go through therapy at some point or another. And I need one to fix my dick. This isn’t going to work for me,” I tell him.

Chapter Nine

It’s been six days since I’ve had Alistair inside me. I have no idea what happened to make him put distance between us. But that’s exactly what he’s done. I’ve barely seen him around the office the past few days. And, honestly, after spending the weekend eating ice cream and trying to work up the courage to call him and find out what the hell his problemis—which I never actually did—I’ve decided it’s time to forget Alistair Warner and his lady Viagra cock.

I don’t need it.

I’m sure I can find another man who is just as good at sex. I’m betting my first, Hunter, was just a dud. And that’s why I’ve put Alistair on some pedestal he doesn’t deserve.

I never thought I’d be considering going out on a date and attempting a one-night stand again so soon. I spent my whole life with one boy, who turned into one man. And then there was Alistair, who has absolutely fried my brains with orgasms for the past few weeks. It’s really cruel of him to just take them away like this.

Who does he think he is? You can’t get someone addicted to your magical cock and then go cold turkey on them. At least let me withdrawal slowly so the ache isn’t so bad. Nope, I’m not wasting any more time on Alistair Warner.

I don’t want him. I don’t need him.

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