Page 1 of Cause and Effect

Chapter One

Julian

“God, that was good.” I rolled on my back, trying to regulate my breathing.

The woman whose name I couldn’t remember for the life of me lies beside me, stroking my chest with a smile. I knew that smile on women. It’s the “I can’t wait to see you again” smile.

“It was incredible, Julian. How about Friday night?”

‘Friday night?” My brows furrow.

“To go on a date again.” A grin crossed her lips.

I climbed out of bed and grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor.

“Listen, sweetheart. I have plans on Friday night. Besides, you know we aren’t doing this again. I told you before we went out that I don’t do relationships,” I said, buttoning my shirt.

“Who said anything about a relationship?”

“You just did by saying you want to go out again.” I pulled on my pants.

“That doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, Julian. We’re just dating.”

“And dating is a form of a relationship.” I grabbed my watch and slipped it on my wrist.

“So you’re not going to call me?”

I inhaled a breath. I hated explaining this to every woman I slept with.

“No, I’m not going to call you. We had fun.” I smiled. “Let’s savor the memory and not make things complicated.” I leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Thanks for last night.”

“Fuck you.” She spat in my face.

Grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, I wiped my cheek and tossed the tissue into the trash can.

“Very mature and lady-like.IfI considered calling you again, you can forget it now.” I grabbed my suit coat and left her apartment.

I climbed into my white Escalade parked at the curb and slammed the door.

“I take it you told her you won’t be calling her again?” Sam, my driver, chuckled.

“That bitch spat in my face, Sam. Can you believe it?”

“Yeah, boss. I can. Women are crazy.”

When I arrived at my office, I went to the closet, removed one of my suits, entered my private bathroom, and changed. When I opened the door, Parker and Roman sat in the chairs across from my desk.

“Where were you last night?” Parker asked.

“With a woman.” I sighed, sitting down behind my desk.

“Who?” Roman asked.

“I can’t remember her name. But I remember she spat in my face this morning when I told her I wasn’t calling her. Fucking psychopath.”

Parker and Roman chuckled. “She seriously spat in your face?” Parker asked.

“Yep.” I leaned back in my chair.

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