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While she’s been successful for her entire career, I couldn’t even get eight years into mine without fucking up and feeling like a failure.

She doesn’t need me in her life.

I lift my boxers off the floor and walk to my bedroom. I look down at my semi-hard cock that’s ready to go again with her as I step into my room and discover a rim of perfect red lipstick around the base.

Kali Roth just gave me the best blow job of my life.

I’m getting that lipstick permanently tattooed on my dick.

It will be the only reminder of her on my body.

Because we both know nothing more can happen between us.

But my dick hates me right now, and I hate myself even more for suggesting it.

Why is everything I do lately filled with complications?

Life sucks.

But not in the same way Kali Roth sucks.

Because that was life-altering.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Kali

“Do you like this one?” I ask, running my fingertips along the integrated bookcase of the fifth apartment we’ve looked at today.

“It doesn’t feel right.” Wade sighs. “It’s too…”

“Cold.” There is too much glass. I like the feeling of space, but there is zero character and warmth about this place.

“Yeah.” He agrees.

He’s wearing what I picked out for him today. Black, ripped at the knees jeans that cost almost as much as he’s paying a month for that swanky hotel he’s currently living in, and I paired them with a pale yellow long-sleeved shirt, that makes the blue of his eyes pop.

If it wasn’t for the black and white Converse, he was adamant about wearing, and the blue and yellow G-Shock sports watch he refuses to take off, he’d be the poster child for Escada and looks as edible as he tastes.

I should know.

He’s delicious.

I cringe internally.

I’ve no idea who I am right now.

Usually self-controlled, and considered in all my decisions, everything I thought I knew about myself has gone to shit. I may as well drive myself to a dumpster and throw myself into it because that’s where my business will end if Marcus finds out I’ve been fooling around with his player, or maybe I should check myself into a psych ward. I swear I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Both options seem feasible, although Wade hasn’t seemed fazed at all since I sucked him off this morning.

It’s as if it never happened when all I want to do is talk about it.

Us.

I want to unpack it, over analyze it, discover what he’s thinking.

I know he won’t do that. He doesn’t say much, or tell me how he’s feeling about anything, and Saturday was the first time he really opened up to me. Even then, I still think there is so much to learn about Wade and his complicated life.

Especially the relationship with his mother.

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