Page 92 of Craving Paradise

“Tonight was a good night then for both of us.”

“No need for my vibrator! I’m going home completely satisfied as I always do after fucking him.” I smirk. “If only I could find a man like him in real life who could fuck me like he does, then my single days would be over.”

“You need to put yourself out there first,” Elle suggests.

“Yeah, yeah … I know, but no one stacks up to Mr. Fox. There’s no point dating now, not when we’re about to head to the island.”

As soon as the door to our home is shut, I pull out her phone and wave it in her face.

“Come on … you can’t tell me after you had some great dick that you aren’t at all curious over who this Mr. King is?” I ask.

“No. He’s a client, and we’re about to move halfway across the world to a tropical island. His dick isn’t worth losing my job over. You know I need the money … I’m so close to achieving my goal. It’s not my fault I haven’t ever fallen for a guest like you have for Mr. Fox,” Elle says.

“You’re right …” I sigh. “What I will say is Mr. King is friends with Mr. Fox and Mr. Lewis, the brother, not the boss.”

Elle doesn’t look impressed by that news.

“That’s even worse. Knowing he’s friends with the boss’ brother, you would for sure lose your job if you did anything,” she warns me.

“I know, I know. There’s something about Mr. Fox that has gotten under my skin, and every time I’m with him, it burns brighter.”

“Maybe a move halfway across the ocean is what you need to rid yourself of this infatuation.”

I’m going to need an ocean between us to stop what’s happening between us. We tried a month apart, and it made us want each other more. Physically removing me from London might be the only way to save my heart from breaking.

“Fine! I need to stop thinking about him.”

“I’m off to bed. See you in the morning.” Elle yawns.

I head up to my room and throw my phone on my bed, but it beeps, which is weird, especially at this time of night. I look down and see it’s Jasper.

Jasper:Thanks for another amazing night. Sleep tight.

Why is that so cute?

Stop it, Jasper. I can’t like you.

Jasper:Wish you were here. My bed’s lonely without you in it.

Lauren:You wore me out. My eyes can hardly stay open, you’ve exhausted me.

Jasper:Good. I hope you feel better.

Lauren:I do.

Jasper:My work here is done. Night.

Lauren:Night.

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The sweet smell of cake pulls me from my slumber. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask, walking downstairs, rubbing my eyes, trying to wake up. “Have you been baking all night?”

“Umm, yeah.”

“What’s going on? You haven’t had one of these manic baking sessions in ages. Why are you so stressed?” I ask, concerned with my best friend.

“I wanted to try some new recipes, that’s all.”

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