“It’s only fair, yeah? You know more about me than anyone else in the world right now. You have to share some secrets with me, or I find another writer that will.”
Kash and the Jizzy Human Vacuum (that’s her name now) are still going at it on the couch beside me and I can’t help but blurt out, “Aren’t you sore? I mean, seriously. It’s been well over an hour. You can get a UTI like that.”
She ignores me.
“Man or woman?” Damian repeats.
“Man,” I say, turning my attention back to him.
“How well do you know him?”
It’s none of his business. “We work together. I’ve known him for years.”
“What were his past relationships like?”
I shake my head and sigh.
Damian leans in close and whispers in my ear. “This has to be give and take, me and you. There’s no other way. I’ve read everything you ever wrote. That’s why I chose you. You aren’t afraid to write the truth even if it’s absurd. If you’re not going to fuck me, I want your story for mine.”
Well, okay then.
“I don’t know much about his past relationships. I know he had one serious girlfriend about a year ago. They were together for maybe six months. Other than that, he’s been a serial dater and manwhore.”
“Long-distance relationships just mean you have a ton of pussy pics on your phone and they are taken often and sent frequently. Let me see one.”
“Maybe I would send one, but I haven’t heard from him since I got here. He’s MIA.”
“Did you check his social media?”
Now why didn’t I think of that? I shake my head quickly. “I didn’t think to do that.”
Together we pull up Dex’s accounts and there he is in an image sitting next to Pippa Grace with a look of awe on his face. She’s barely wearing clothes and she’s beautiful. His caption reads:Just eating dinner with Pippa Grace. Talking about her return to Hollywood, her release from prison, and how many one-night stands with strange men she’s had since she’s back.
Heat rips up my chest.
“Oh love, you shouldn’t waste your time on him when you’re here with me. He doesn’t look like he’s thinking of you at all.”
I snap a picture of Damian’s empty bed and write my own pathetic caption:I can beat any old one-night stand. Whatever, I got two-night stands here. One on each side of this lonely London hotel bed. #LoveSucks
Chapter 4
Back in my room, under the covers of the bed, I scroll through Dex’s social media feeds.
Oh Karma, what did I do to deserve this?
Dozens of pictures are plastered all over his accounts. Pippa and Dex eating lunch. Pippa and Dex eating dinner. On a yacht, drinking cocktails, Pippa wearing a different bikini in each photo. Dex smiling like an idiot.
Is this why he hasn’t bothered to call me? He’s just so busy eating with the murderous Pippa Grace in her little stupid bikinis?
Cheater. The word flashes through my mind like a blinking neon light. He wouldn’t, would he? My pulse races and my heart pounds faster in my chest. We’ve never actually talked about being exclusive. We just spent time together these past four weeks, laughing and talking about stupid things and having sex every moment we could find time to. I don’t even know if I’m his girlfriend. I can’t call him a cheater if I’m just some girl he’s been hooking up with.
No. I don’t believe that. We were in a relationship. It was good. It was really good.
He’s probably star-struck. I mean, she’s beautiful. I stare a long time at one picture in particular. Pippa is standing on a yacht, the wind blowing her long dark hair, the sky behind her is a brilliant blue. Her bikini barely covers her nipples, and there’s the smallest triangle piece that covers herpenis fly trap. She’s giving the camera a sexy look and Dex is sitting down watching her. He looks like a dog at a dinner table.
Fire splashes out across my chest. It’s the way he’s looking up at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the world, and all of a sudden, I feel sweaty and gross and twenty pounds heavier than I should be.
Cheater. Bedswerver. Back door man.Dirty macking womanizer. My mind comes up with a hundred euphemisms that I could write for a column. But I don’t want to share this with my readers, it hurts too much. A relationship is built for two people. Obviously, Dex Vanstone doesn’t know how to count. He just threw away a diamond and picked up a rock. Okay, a stunningly gorgeous perfect rock, but a rock just the same.
