“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Call me.” He winks and follows after his friends.
We watch as he walks off and then I turn back to my friend, slapping her arm again.
“What the fuck was that? I have never seen you like that with a man before. You are the one winking and eating them up.”
“I know.” She buries her face in her hands and takes a deep breath. “Damn, did you see his eyes? One of each color.” She sighs, looking in the direction he went.
“He got to you in ten seconds.” I giggle, making her blush, which again is not something she does. “Are you going to call him?”
“Maybe.” She looks back to me and shakes her head. “We are here to talk about you, not me. How are you doing? Any word?”
And just like that, she has turned the tables on me.
“I am okay. There is no need to keep crying over something that was fake from the start. And no, I have not heard from him, and I honestly do not expect to. It is time that I move on and forget all about him, Sim.”
“Good. No man is worth crying over.”
I nod my head behind me. “Even the hot Tristan?”
She throws a piece of bread at me, making me laugh loudly, and it feels good.
My soul brightens.
Each day that passes, I let go of him more, and it is silly to think that I only knew him for less than a month. I have to guess that Romeo De Massy has that effect on all woman.
“Even the hot Tristan, but damn, I bet that man could bring tears to my eyes with very intense orgasms,” she says in a wistful tone.
“Well, you will have to call him and arrange a meet up then, won’t you?”
“Maybe I will. But are you sure you are okay, no lingering feelings for him?”
I sigh and take a sip of my drink. It was rough the first few days: I cried a lot, and ate my weight in ice cream, so that was a fucking lot of ice cream to get through. Dark romance books were my besties also; they helped me through, especially one where the ex-boyfriend got killed by the new hot boyfriend.
Here I am two weeks later, with not one single signal from him, so I know this is a final goodbye; no point wallowing in it.
“I promise you, I am okay. I miss him, yes, or maybe it is the thought of him. He made me fall in love with love again, so in turn he did help me out. I am not sure what I will do if I ever see him again, maybe pray that the ground will split open and swallow me whole,” I joke.
Simone smiles with me, her concern clear with her frown.
“I will cut his balls off if I see him again.”
“Please don’t, they were nice balls.” I wink at her, making her spit out her mouthful of food.
I laugh, full head thrown back laughing at her reaction; then she joins in and just like that, my soul sparkles once more.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Romeo
Music thumps through the speakers here at Lux.
Both Asher and I are seated in the VIP area, talking to a client who is looking at selling one of his restaurants to me. His children do not want to run it after he retires, so he came to me after speaking to one of my cousins.
“I think it is a good deal,” Asher says, taking a sip of his bourbon.
I nod to him. Mr. DeMora seems like a solid guy, but he is getting older and wants to travel with his wife. I looked over his proposal, and he has run his restaurant like clockwork since he opened it.
“It is.” I take a sip of my own drink, looking around the VIP area, the black and red velvet adding to the luxury feel we were going for.
