Page 12 of Collisions and Decisions

“Just tell me what’s the matter, and we’ll figure it out.” His reassurance only makes me feel like shit because this is the last thing my best friend needs.

He should be permanently on cloud nine now that he’s finally in a loving relationship the way he’s always dreamed of, and his business is booming, as it should be, ’cause he’s an amazing wedding planner.

He shouldn’t be trying to console me over finding the one guy who can make me forget every other man exists.

Now the possibility exists of me findingthe one,which is something Drew’s been searching for all his goddamn life.

And I’m crying about it.

Why?

I push back, out of the comforting hold, because fucking dammit, I’m an idiot. I’m a piece of shit and I don’t deserve any of it.

All I’ve ever wanted was to be desired, to be craved, and Wyatt clearly wants me. Enough to put up with me being a whore.

When I don’t even want to be a whore anymore.

Well, that’s not true.

I want to beonlyWyatt’s whore now.

This is insane.

I’ve shared orgasms with the man just a handful of times, and he’s only fucked me three times—since we both couldn’t keep our hands off each other last night.

I’ve got clients who’ve fucked me hundreds of times, and the thought of changing my whole life for them never even came close to my mind.

“Talk to me,” Drew whispers.

I take a deep breath and turn to my friend, then, with as little self-pity as I can, I tell him everything.

“Okay,”Drew breathes out the word. “Just so I understand, you don’t want to have a relationship?”

“No, I do. Fuck, I don’t know. Even before he fucked my brains out, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. So, I guess I do. Yes. I want to date Wyatt.”

“It’s still so weird to me to hear you call him Wyatt and not Milkman.”

“Well get used to it,” I snap impatiently.

“That answers that, I guess.” Drew looks at me with a smirk and I can’t help but grumble.

“Now, onto the next question. Do you want to keep working at Provoke?”

“I—” I shut my mouth. It hasn’t been as much fun for a while now, even before Wyatt came into the picture. “I’ve been hooking up outside Provoke more, I guess. So maybe not?”

“Before Wyatt?”

“Yes.” I nod and look at my best friend. He has to have all the answers. He knows a lot more than I do about relationships. “What do I do?”

“You really never want to fuck another man ever again?” The skeptical frown irks me.

“Well, if Sterling and Jules ask for a third one night it’d be hard to say no.” I’m back to snapping at my friend. The asshole laughs at me.

“Believe me, that won’t be happening.”

“Well then, there you go.” I’m hoping he won’t make me talk any more, but he only stares at me without saying anything. “Ugh, no. I never want another cock inside me that’s not Wyatt’s monster cock.”

“That’s TMI, Jesus.” Drew runs a hand down his face. “Okay then, work with me.”

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