Page 28 of Jacob

Me

I feel worse.

Lincoln

Unreciprocated love is never going to feel good.

Me

She caught me fucking Verity on my desk in the office a month ago, and I was calling her Skye.

Lincoln

You’re a kinky fucker.

Me

Then Skye made herself come as she watched.

Me

And now Skye thinks she has feelings for me.

My phone rings.

I press accept and instant laughter fills my eardrum. “Fuck, man. You have a way better playboy lifestyle than anyone I know. I need all the fucking details,” Lincoln demands.

Even though Skye’s been in her room for the last hour with the door shut, I step outside into the cool night air and close the sliding doors behind me, ensuring she doesn’t hear my conversation.

I plonk myself down on the outdoor sofa and stretch my legs out in front of me, then proceed to fill Lincoln in on the last crazy week of my fucked-up, self-inflicted, drama-filled love life. Or lack of.

When I finish, I run my finger around the rim of my whiskey glass and wait for Lincoln to say something.

“And she said she sees you now?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

“She never loved Owen?”

“Nope.”

“Why did she keep getting back with him, then?”

I pinch my nose. “Familiarity. Routine, I guess.”

“Better with the devil you do, than the devil you don’t.”

“Exactly.”

“But she’s made it clear she’s interested in you now?” Seeking clarity on the situation, he keeps firing questions my way.

“Yes.”

“And she enjoyed watching you.”

“She told me I had a beautiful body.”

“She’s not wrong. I’d bang you if I was that way inclined.”

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