Goodbye, Huxley. I’m never going to forget you.
It’s impossible to forget a man who’s shown me what is possible in bed…
You know… He’d probably adjust his schedule to fit yours. And this isn’t a regular room or suite. See that kitchen there? Hemight be in town for longer than you think,the part of me that doesn’t want to give him up argues.
Or it might be his last night in town. We don’t know.
So stay and ask.
Given my luck, he’s only in L.A. because his flight got canceled.
Mom and I were happy until she got sick. Then I thought we’d caught a break when my biological dad came for us, until I learned what a gutless, soulless jerk he was. Peter seemed perfect too—until yesterday.
I don’t want to mar one of the best experiences of my life by discovering more about Huxley. If that makes me a chickenshit, so be it.
I arrive home a little after six. I take the elevator to the top floor and unlock the door to my condo. After dumping the keys in the bowl by the door, I start toward my bedroom.Need extra sleep.
Then I stop dead.Peter and Viv.
Making a face, I turn and head to the couch, kick off my shoes and stretch out, one arm over my head.A couple of hours’ nap, then laundry, then hit the grocery store.Then record something for Mom, so the nurse can play it for her. Ever since the doc said hearing my voice could help, I’ve been doing my best to send a different recording every day so she knows she’s not listening to the same thing over and over again.
Oh, shoot.I should get back to Adam. But not now; it’s too early. Maybe after starting the laundry…
I drift off, only to be yanked back to full wakefulness by giggles. Not just any giggle, buta man giggle.
What the hell? It’s not the neighbors—the unit’s impeccably soundproofed because Andreas hates noise.
I get up and grab a skillet from the kitchen. Given the security and the location of the building, I doubt it’s a burglar, but you never know.
I open the bedroom door, skillet raised high, then stop. “Peter?”
He’s lying on my bed with Viv, both of them naked and gross. From the way the sheets are draped across them, her hand is on his crotch. Probably what made him giggle like a castrato.
“What the hell? Knock before you come in,” Peter yells.
“Knock? It’smyroom!Mycondo.”
Viv jumps in. “No, you’re just living here rent-free like a parasite!”
“Really?” I gesture at the living room with the skillet. “Want to make a call and see who’s right?”
She shuts up. She knows Andreas doesn’t approve of her. She thinks it’s because she isn’t super smart like the other people in the family. But my money’s on her shitty personality.
“Don’t be a bitch. I was just leaving anyway.” She hops out of bed and runs off to the en suite bathroom.
Peter stares after her like an idiotic, hormonal teenage boy. I grind my teeth. I should be hurt at seeing the betrayal in person, but I’m just irritated that they’re in my home when I want to rest. Instead of the skillet, I should’ve brought a can of Raid.
“Get off your ass and get lost before I call the cops for trespassing,” I say. “Don’tevercome back.” The shower starts in the bathroom. I’ll have to deal with Viv later.
He shakes his head, his butt still on my bed. “Nope. I should get to live here until I find a new apartment.”
“What?”
“I moved out.”
“When? Why?” I demand, my mind furiously processing what’s going on.
“Last month. I thought it made sense for me to live here with you. Saves money. I sold my old couches and TV for a decent price.”
