Page 33 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Julian’s dick isn’t limp,” I argue, keeping my volume at amuchlower level than she is. “It’s just not that long. Or…thick.”
Sure, having sex with someone who’s anatomically blessed is nice. But I’d never fault a man for something he couldn’t control, like penis size. There are plenty of ways he could compensate if he had any interest in satisfying his partner. But since Julian doesn’t care about anyone’s orgasms but his own, and the asshole cheated on me, fuck him. Ordon’tfuck him, rather.
She laughs. “At least now you can finally say you know what it’s like to have your pussy eaten properly.”
My eyes widen. “Sylvie! Seriously, dial down the volume.”
She waves me off. “Pfft.”
“Besides, how doyouknow,Iknow, what that’s like now?”
“Puh-leez.” Sylvie scoffs. “Logan’s pretty, no doubt, but that’s not the only reason he was given the top spot on the sexy billionaire list.”
I cross my arms. “I’m fairly certain physical attributes are abigfactor whenCeleb Insiderdecides who makes that stupid list.”
“I’m not saying it’snota factor. But it’s not theonlyfactor. Sex appeal is just as important, and Logan Edwards has sex oozing out of his pores.” She jerks her thumb to the red-faced woman beside us. “Even Prudence McPrudester could take one look at Logan and gather that he eats pussy like a champ, fucks like a demon, and doles out orgasms like the world is ending, and he’s planning to go out as a legend.”
Good ol’ Prudence gasps.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” I mutter.
“Rosa,” Sylvie continues, completely ignoring the woman glaring at us, “you work with beautiful people for a living. You know damn well looks aren’t everything. Think of all the douche-nuggets who’ve hit on you at work. If the guy’s an asshole, or selfish in bed, his sexappeal goes down the shitter. But Logan is neither of those things, so, again,good for you. I’m…so…proud. My baby is all grown up.” She wipes an imaginary tear from her eye for dramatic effect.
I take another sip of my mimosa. “You’re ridiculous.”
Sylvie’s brows lift. “But I’m not wrong.”
I try holding back my grin because I don’t want to encourage her, but it’s a losing battle. “No, Syl. You’re not wrong.”
Logan definitely belongs on that list.
“So…why am I sensing hesitation?”
I sigh. “It’s…complicated.”
“Thenuncomplicate it,” Sylvie suggests matter-of-factly.
“Trust me, I would if I could. But I can’t, so we’ve decided to keep it a secret for now—except you, obviously, because I needed someone to talk this through with me, and I know you’re a vault.”
“Why the secrecy? Because of your stupidly overprotective brother and all his ‘bro code’ bullshit?”
“That’s part of it,” I confirm. “But also because I don’t want to ruinmyfriendship with Logan, nor do I want to compromise his relationship with my parents. If they knew we were…dating, or whatever, they’d be over the moon. Hell, knowing my mom, the minute I told her, she’d probably shove one of her signaturefun kitsin my arms and encourage us to go upstairs and try it out. Meanwhile, she’d be planning our wedding and drawing a diagram of all the best Kama Sutra positions for our honeymoon.”
If someone ever tells you having a mother who’s a sex therapist is anything but awkward, they’re lying their ass off.
Sylvie chuckles, knowing firsthand how outrageous Dr. Tatum Morales can be. “That does sound like something she’d do. So, if your parents would be thrilled about the two of you dating, why are you worried about them?”
I take a moment to think about my answer. “I know Logan would never hurt me on purpose, but if for some reason this doesn’t work out, it’s going tohurt,and I don’t think I could mask my feelings around the people who know me best. They’d see right through me,andI’m afraid they’ll perceive Logan differently if I’m hurting because of him. For all intents and purposes, Logan and Ryan are brothers, and my parents love him like one of their own. I can’t take that sense of belonging away from him. You know he doesn’t get that from his actual family.”
She gives me a sad smile. “Yeah, I know. His parents suck.”
I nod. “They do.”
Logan hated being home when we were younger because his parents are two of the coldest, most selfish people I’ve ever met. Harold and Caroline Edwards excelled in making their son feel invisible. Logan acted like their indifference didn’t bother him, but I knew the truth after spending so many nights together in the treehouse talking about it.
He was starved for affection the first twelve years of his life, so when Logan and Ryan became friends, and our entire family immediately welcomed him with open arms, he soaked up every morsel he could get. I could never rob him of that. He should’ve had it from the day he was born, and it breaks my heart every time I think about how he didn’t. I don’t think he’s even spoken with them since they moved to Miami while we were in college.
“Logan’s a good man—a great man—and he deserves my family’s love no matter what happens between the two of us.”
