Page 5 of Last Minute Fiancé

“Luca?” she whispered, and I was prepared for the blow, prepared for any reaction.

I pulled back and pushed her hair back from her face, needing to see those eyes. “Addison?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning?” she asked, her voice soft, afraid of what I would say.

So in answer, I kissed my best friend again, slowly, surely, and then I pulled out of her, kissing her again before taking care of the condom.

But when I slid back into bed, she snuggled into my arms.

“In the morning,” I whispered.

Only I didn’t think we would.

I didn’t think there was anything to say.

I had just had sex with my best friend.

There was no coming back from that.

ChapterTwo

Addison

For some reason I had the meme stuck in my head of the little teacup piglet twerking thanks to a loop of streaming. And that pig kept twerking to the sound of Rihanna’s “Work.” Because all it felt like I was doing these days was working.

But I was not nearly as adorable as the sweet little teacup pig, nor did I have the gloriousness that was Rihanna’s ass. Nobody needed to see me twerking.

All I was doing was working.

Of course, that wasn’t all I was doing, considering I had the memories of something that I shouldn’t have done swirling through my mind.

I loved my job, I really did. But sometimes it felt like my job was trying to kill me.

I loved being in finance and I was a damn good investment banker. And yet, dealing with finance bros meant that I worked twice as hard for half the gains.

So I always had to be focused. I had to have my mind in the game, numbers at my fingertips, and I needed to work on projected growth and investments. I had a dual degree in finance and economics, and an MBA in finance from a top school. I had left my friends and family back in Denver to go to that top school out of state and came back to work at one of the top finance companies in the country. It was the top one in Denver, and I kicked ass at it when they actually saw me doing it.

So I needed to keep my mind focused.

And not on something from two months ago.

I did not need to think of Luca. Or the fact that I could remember what he tasted like. Or remembered what he felt like when he was thrusting in and out of me, how he was so careful. Even though we were anything but careful with what we had done with each other that night.

In the years since we met, we had become best friends and were too involved in each other’s lives.

It hadn’t even been two years since we met and everything clicked. I had known that I wanted this man in my life, but not for romantic reason. Why would I want to go down that romantic alley? Romance killed. It ruined lives.

Romance got in the way of what was important.

Succeeding, achieving, and being strategic about your life.

My five- to ten-year plan did not include a man.

The last time I included a man in my life plans, everything had gone to shit and I was still reaping the consequences of that—wallowing in the ramifications of falling in love with a dumbass who happened to be in the same career as me, and happened to be at the same level as me at our current company.

Because of course, we both loved fucking Denver, Colorado, and loved the mountain view and air and the fact that we had sun even when it was zero degrees outside.

So we had both moved back here after grad school and started at the same damn company. I knew what it meant to work with your ex, to hate the man you had once let inside you.

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