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“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, but you’re better off.”

“I know I am.” I gave him a soft smile. “Listen, go back to your boy toy, and I’ll see you in a week.”

Chapter Five

Wes

My trip was pretty boring until I met Anna. Figures we’d meet on my last night in Paris. At least we shared one night together—a night I wouldn’t forget any time soon. She captivated me, and it had been a long time since any woman had done that. I’d slept with a lot of women. Women who only seemed to care about my money. Anna didn’t seem that way, but she didn’t know who I was. After landing, I went home to my Park Avenue penthouse and put my suitcase on the bed. When I opened it, I found a pair of Anna’s panties with a note pinned to them.

“Just a small reminder of our one night together. Thank you. Sincerely, Anna.”

A smile crossed my lips as I held them up. My cock started to twitch, so I tucked them in my drawer as a reminder of her. Damn it. I should have stayed another day or two, but I couldn’t. I needed to be back for an important meeting I couldn’t afford to miss. Plus, why make things more difficult?

As I approachedmy office the next morning, I could tell something was off with Chrissy, my personal assistant.

“Welcome back, Wes. I need to speak with you.”

“Of course. Come into my office.”

I walked in and set my briefcase down while Chrissy took a seat across from my desk.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to come right out with it. I’m giving you two weeks’ notice.”

“Why?” I asked with surprise as I cocked my head at her.

“Now that Tom and I are divorced, I decided to move back home to Seattle to be with my family. I really hate doing this to you, but I can’t stay in the same state as him any longer.”

“I understand.” I folded my hands. “Do you have a job lined up there?”

“No.” She looked down. “I’m going to look when I get there.”

“You were a great personal assistant, and filling your shoes will be very hard. I can call my contacts in Seattle and see if I can get you a job.” I smiled.

“Really?” She looked up at me.

“Yeah. Give me a day or two, and I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks, Wes. Again, I’m sorry to do this to you.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have to take care of yourself. I understand why you have to leave.” I gave her a small smile as I got up from behind my desk and walked over to her. “It’s going to be very hard to replace you.” I gave her a light hug.

I felt bad for her. She was a woman in her mid-forties and an attractive one at that. She had been married to her husband for twenty-one years before she found out about his mistress andthe affair that had been going on for the past three years. I didn’t blame her for wanting to move away, not one bit. I sighed as she walked out and shut the door. Picking up my phone, I called human resources to let them know and to find me a replacement for when she left.

“Welcome home, Wes.” Christopher, my friend and vice president, grinned as he walked into my office.

“Thanks, Christopher.”

“How was Paris?”

I stared at him with a wide grin splayed across my face.

“What?” His eyes steadily narrowed at me.

“I had the best one-night stand of my life my last night there.”

“Do tell.” A sly smile crossed his lips.

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