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Chapter Sixteen

Anna

Even while we were making love, I never once forgot what I’d overheard. My heart was still broken, no matter how good he made my body feel. I needed to keep my heart out of it and let my body take over all the feelings. But it was hard. He was just another person in my life who thought I was more trouble than it was worth. I could tell you that I was the love of Matthew’s life, but I knew I wasn’t. There were things Franco didn’t even know. At first, I believed he truly loved me, but as time passed, I knew he only wanted to marry me to get his hands on my family’s company. Another reason why I left him standing at the altar. That was something I could never tell my father because he wouldn’t believe it. He never believed anything I said, and as much as I tried to get proof, Matthew was very careful. Was I being paranoid because I believed no one could ever love me? No. There was something shady about Matthew.

“Oh my God,” Wes moaned as he halted and exploded inside me.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before climbing off me and disposing of the condom. I sat up and slipped on my robe.As soon as he emerged from the bathroom, he slipped on his clothes.

“I’d stay, but you know I have that early meeting in the morning,” he said as he gently swept the back of his hand down my cheek.

“It’s fine. I didn’t want you to stay anyway,” I spoke as I got up from the bed.

“Oh. Okay.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I spoke, deadpan.

I followed him down the stairs and opened the door. He leaned in and gently brushed his lips against mine.

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” He smiled. “See ya, Franco.” He waved.

“Bye, Wes.”

I shut the door and walked to the kitchen as soon as he walked out.

“So much for it being over,” Franco spoke as he followed me.

“It is. It’s just sex.”

“Not for you, it isn’t. You’re emotionally involved.”

“Not anymore. Not after what I heard.”

“I’m confused as to why he came over here in the first place,” he said.

“Because he wanted to know the details about the event, and I wouldn’t tell him. He’s really OCD.”

“Sounds to me like it was an excuse to see you.”

“Just stop, Franco. I don’t want to talk about Wes Carter anymore.”

The next morning,I went into the office and took a seat behind my desk to start working on the ad for the businessevent. Wes was in a meeting, and I hadn’t seen him yet, which was fine with me. Last night was the last booty call he was going to get. I needed to distance myself from him and keep things strictly professional. If I hadn’t started putting this event together, I would have already walked out, but I felt this was important, especially for small business owners who were looking to make it big.

“Good morning. I’m back from my meeting,” Wes spoke as he walked past my desk.

“Morning,” I replied without even looking at him.

He stopped, and I could feel his eyes staring down at me.

“Can I help you?” I asked as I looked up into his smoldering eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m working on the ad for the event. Because you forgot and gave such short notice, it has to be in today.”

“Sorry about that. When you’re done, bring it in so I can check it over, and then I need your opinion on something.”

About an hour later, I finished the ad and handed it to him.

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