Page 67 of How to Break My Heart 1
“C’mon, Mom.” Maddy rolls her eyes. “Your son is the biggest player there is. Not only does he not do relationships, he has this rule where no woman is allowed to stay over. He does the deed and sends them on their merry way.”
Her mother closes her eyes as if trying to unhear Maddy’swords. A deep sigh escapes her, and she pinches the bridge of her nose, looking torn between disbelief and disappointment.
Meanwhile, I feel like the biggest fool for letting Aston get to me, or more so, for allowing him to give me the best orgasm of my life inside their guest bathroom.
I reach out, grabbing another glass of champagne.
Helena warns me not to get any on the dress, but at this point, I need to forget about Aston. But Maddy doesn’t shut up.
“Aston will never settle down. He’s never even been in love,” Maddy continues with her rambling. “In high school, he slept with two best friends, and they both lost their virginity to him that night.”
I gasp. “I thought that was a fake rumor!”
A satisfied smile graces Maddy’s lips. “Nope, just my big brother.”
“Madelina,enough. Your brother is a hard worker and does more than you’ll ever know for this family. If he chooses to live his life like this, then so be it.” Patricia stands to grab her purse. “Ladies, I have a dinner later and must prepare.”
Georgina also leaves but doesn’t give her opinion on Aston’s personal life. As for us girls, we sit on the chairs, exhausted from the day.
“Maybe I dodged a bullet not dating your brother.” Ramona sighs dejectedly. “He’s really handsome. I mean, drop-dead-gorgeous handsome. Did you know he doesn’t even have social media? I tried to stalk him, but instead, I found all these images of him on this social page. College girls run these accounts that have vision boards with him all over them. He’s been seen on red carpets for different galas and once his photo leaked, girls from NYU went nuts.”
“Wow!” I gasp, surprised by this revelation. “That’s some next-level stalking.”
“Oh yeah.” Ramona nods, continuing with, “They see him around Manhattan, and they call it suit porn.”
I raise my brow. “Suit porn?”
“Okay, enough.” Maddy rises from the chair. “We are talking about my brother. If you bring up his penis size, you’re dead to me.”
On the car ride home, I fall quiet. I lost count of how many glasses of champagne I consumed, but things started to blur, given I hadn’t eaten.
Maddy receives a call from Myles, so I use the time to close my eyes and fall asleep.
We’re outside my apartment when I wake, and the sky has turned dark.
Maddy puts the car in park and turns off the engine. “Do you think there is more to love than just that feeling?”
I shake my head to wake myself up. My head is throbbing, but I try my best to come up with a response. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… I look at couples who have been married for like fifty years. There has to be more to it, right? Like, is love enough?”
“I think love has different elements and layers,” I begin. Then release a shallow sigh before saying, “It’s companionship, equality, respect, and connection. When you’re old, sex isn’t going to be what keeps you together. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah, marry your best friend,” she murmurs, dropping her gaze to her lap. “My parents are not an example of a good marriage.”
I don’t want to agree with her, but it is the truth. Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont are anything but loving toward each other. Again, I have no idea why they don’t just call it quits. Their kids are grown, so it’s not like divorce would be a big deal.
“Break the cycle, Maddy. Just because they choose to be miserable doesn’t mean you have to.”
Maddy nods. “It’s been a long day.”
“It certainly has. But your dress is amazing, and that’s another thing checked off your list.”
She laughs. “You meanourlist?”
“Right,ourlist.” I laugh a little too obnoxiously. “Thanks for reminding me.” I let out a hiccup.
“And you’re buzzed.” Maddy falls into a fit of laughter again. “Will you be okay? I need to meet Myles for dinner. I kind of want to bail, but we haven’t spent much time together with everything going on, so I feel bad.”
