probably just making sure I’m still single, so he can get his dick wet if he has to make a coastal run.”
Fiona’s eyes narrowed and I knew she could see right through me. “You know, someone once told me that Damien Greystone could get any woman he wanted, and so, if he was traveling hours to sleep with me, it had to mean more than just sex.” I grimaced at her reminder. “Well, let me tell you, friend o’mine, Will Creston is hot as hell and can get any woman he wants, as well. So, if he’s asking about you, there must be a reason.”
“Well, as evident by all those pictures plastered all over the internet, he is getting any woman he wants,” I snarked out.
“I think if you bring a date, it’s going to cause a whole heap of trouble,” she muttered.
“Are you afraid I’ll ruin your party? Be-”
Fiona waved a hand at me. “Oh, please,” she snorted. “Like I’d ever be embarrassed by you.”
God, I loved her. “Well, you know, full disclosure, I can be quite embarrassing,” I teased.
Fiona smiled at me and the sincerity in her voice was all real. “Vee, I don’t care if you challenge Will Creston in a battle-to-the-death in the middle of the dance floor,” she chuckled. “It’ll make my reception a one-of-a-kind, for sure.”
Instead of commenting, I took a drink of my beer. I didn’t want to challenge Will in a battle-to-the-death match. I just wanted to have mattered a bit. That’s all.
Chapter 12
Anger is a funny thing.
William~
I sat in my office, my leg bouncing, my hands twitching, and my jaw ticking.
Two months.
Two fucking months in which Vicky hasn’t responded to not one text, phone call, or message.
I had Darren Robinson and Elliot Barnett sitting in my office trying to touch base with a couple of new accounts we’ve landed but I couldn’t register one fucking word they were saying. To be honest, I haven’t been worth a shit since I came back to New York.
Leaving Vicky the next morning, after the gala, had been harder than I thought it would be. One night hadn’t been nearly enough to get my fill of her and I had known it the second I had her wrapped around my dick. She had been everything I knew she’d be and more. And because Vicky had always been a spitfire, she had fucked me back every bit as aggressively as I had taken her.
She had been every fantasy I have ever had come to life.
There had been a couple of dirty, flirty texts exchanged the week after I left, but within six days, that had all come to an end. Without any warning whatsoever, she had cut all communication with me. And Damien was no help. Even though he and Fiona were now married and in a good place, he still didn’t interact with Vicky enough to give me anything. And Lord knows Fiona would never betray any of Vicky’s confidences, so that left me stuck in my office not listening to a word Darren and Elliot were saying.
I threw my hand up to stop Darren mid-sentence. “I just remembered, I have an important phone call I need to put through to Damien, gentlemen.” I ignored the side-glances they gave each other telling me they knew I was full of shit, but I ignored them. “We’ll pick this up later this afternoon.” There were agreeable mumbles as they both stood up and filed out the door.
Shit.
I leaned back in my chair and ran my hands through my hair. I’d been doing that a lot lately. Some employees even joked that Damien must have been contagious when I flew to California because I was supposed to be the easy-going one. It was no secret that most of our employees, colleagues, and clients would rather deal with me than Damien.
Damien was a dick.
I grabbed my phone from my desk and dialed his number. I was going fucking crazy and talking to him, somehow, made me feel like I was doing something about Vicky other than sitting around with my thumb stuck up my ass.
“What’s up?” he asked after the third ring.
“You heard anything?” I didn’t have time to bullshit. My sanity wouldn’t allow for it. However, the silence one the other end had my hackles raised. “Dame?”
“Fuck,” he muttered, and I knew it was bad. “Okay, Will…I need you to remain calm-”
“What?” I shrieked like a fishwife. “You’re talking to me about remaining calm? Seriously?”
“Look, asshole, do you