Mentally worn out, I realize that I need someone to talk to about the real reason Ollie and I are together—someone to work through this—so I turn toward him and say, “Yes, because we’ve been pretending to date each other, and last night, I lost control and ate her out.”
“Uh . . .” He blinks a few times. “What?”
“We aren’t really a couple. We’ve been faking it. But you can’t tell anyone.”
“Dude, come on. You know I hate f**king secrets, and what do you mean you’ve been faking it? Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to hear it from you guys, constantly babying me with Sarah around, and I wanted to keep Sarah at arm’s length. Ollie needed some help too, so we formed an agreement.”
“Well . . . shit,” he says. “I really thought you two were together.”
“We’re not.” F**k, it feels good to get that off my chest.
“But from the sound of it, you want to be.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, yes, I want her. F**king bad. But I don’t think I’m ready. I’m still carrying baggage from Sarah, and we just started the season. I don’t think it’s good timing.”
“Well, as much as I would like to be helpful, I really don’t think I’m the one to talk to. I’m not good with secrets, and if you tell me any more than you already have, I know I’ll end up blabbing. So best we keep this at what it is, an unfortunate sl*p of the t***ue.”
Just then, my phone beeps, and I glance at the screen to see it’s from Ollie.
I swipe at my screen to read it.
Ollie: I just fi**gered myself to images of you last night.
“F**king hell,” I say as I drag my hand over my face.
“What?” Posey asks. I flash the screen at him, and I watch as his mouth falls. “Jesus f**k.”
“See what I’m dealing with? You have to help me.”
Posey shakes his head. “No, I won’t get wr*pped up in everyone’s issues. I’m one man. I can’t handle it all.”
“What else are you handling?”
“Well, I just got done nursing Pacey and Hornsby back to a solid, healthy relationship with their girls. I’m working on Holmes and making sure he doesn’t jump off a cliff from his unrequited love. I can’t f**king take you and the mess you’re in as well.”
“Too bad,” I say. “I need advice. What the f**k do I do?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Do you see me with a girl? This is really a question for Hornsby or Pacey.”
“Neither of them are here. You’re here, so help me. This is how she always is, trying to get me f**king turned on so I crack.”
“So then just tell her no.”
“I have,” I say. “She’s adamant. And for some reason, I keep falling further and further into her trap. I’m going to fully break. I can feel it.”
“Then break.” Posey throws his hands up in the air.
“I told you . . . I can’t.”
“Then I don’t know. Tell her that you hope she had a pleasurable time.”
“That’s shit advice.”
“Told you I wasn’t cut out for this.”
Grumbling under my breath, I text her back while Posey slowly leans toward me, trying to see what I’m typing.
“What, uh . . . what are you saying back?” he asks.
“What you told me to say. Hope she had a pleasurable time.”
“Noooo,” Posey practically yells as my fi**ger hits send. “Don’t say that.”
“I already did. It’s sent. What the f**k, man?”
“What are you what the f**king me for?” he asks. “You said that’s shit advice. Why did you use it?”
“Because I’m losing my goddamn mind!”
* * *
**OLLIE**
“You know,I really don’t want to be a part of this,” Ross says as he spins in my desk chair with a huge smile on his face.
Things went really well for Ross last night.
Really well . . .
“I sat here and listened to you give me a detailed description of how you s**ked Ian Rivers off at his place. And you know that was shitty because of how much I’ve wanted Silas to let me do that.”
“I know, but did you have to say you fi**gered yourself?”
“Yes, I have to get his attention. Telling him I fi**gered myself is getting his attention.”
My phone beeps with a response, and with a sarcastic smile, I say, “See, got his attention.”
“What did he say?”
“Oh, now you’re interested.”
“Obviously, you have me invested. Just tell me.”
“Bet you he says something like . . . I wish I could taste your fi**gers.”
“Oh, that’s hot.”
“That’s because Silas is hot,” I say as I swipe to see the text message. Clearing my throat, I read it out loud. “Hope it was a pleasurable . . . time. What?”
“That’s what he said?” Ross winces. “Ooof, that’s brutal. It’s like your crazy uncle accidentally received the text, and instead of making you feel bad, he tried to help a girl out.”
I study the text, confused. “I really expected him to say more.”
“Maybe you scared him away with the fi**gering.”
I give Ross a death stare. “I did not scare him away. Maybe he just needs a touch more pushing.” I crack my fi**gers and say, “Watch a master at work.”
* * *
**SILAS**
“It’s not my fault,”Posey says while sl*pping his briefs on under his towel. “I told you I didn’t want to be a part of this. I’ve expended all my helpfulness to Hornsby. That took it out of me.”
“That was months ago. Don’t you recharge?”
“I’m not a f**king battery.”
My phone beeps, and before I can even consider looking at the text, Posey swipes it out of my hand.
“What the f**k are you doing?”
“Stealing this nightmare from you so you don’t embarrass yourself even more.” He opens the text and then grips the side of his locker while coughing.
“What? What did she say?”
“Holy shit.” He looks up at me and points the screen at me to read.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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