I searched for his name on social media and found his profile wide open. He’s so arrogant he probably doesn’t even know how to set it to private. All the photos of us were still there, including those from the night he got me drunk, tricked me into giving upmy passwords, and forged my signatures to bail out clients from massive fines.
The case that still made my blood boil was when he helped a father dodge child support for a five-year-old just because the man was "tired" of paying his ex. Five years. The thought looped in my mind.
There were no photos of his new girlfriend. His Christmas posts featured him and his parents in matching coats, smiling for the camera.
To the world, they looked like the quintessential American family. And in a way, they were: a sexist husband, a son with multiple families, and a mother who looked the other way while gossiping at bingo.
The medicine was finally taking hold; my eyelids felt like lead. I just hope Peter doesn't blow all the money I gave him on high-end escorts and boats, I thought bitterly. He wouldn't get in my way. Not when the Supreme Court was this close.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and for a terrifying second, I thought I was being dragged away by the ghost that had been chasing me through my dreams. I let out a ragged breath of relief when I realized it was just the flight attendant. She informed me that we were about to land and requested that I return my seat to the upright position.
I pulled my sweater back on and waited for the aircraft to touch down. Everything went smoothly, and shortly after, I was descending the stairs onto the tarmac. That’s when I noticed a sleek black sedan with the door already open and a man holding a sign that simply read: “Kitty.” I smiled and shook my head, a mix of amusement and anticipation swirling in my gut.An airport agent met me right there on the airfield, stamping my passport the moment my feet hit the ground. After a quick greeting to the driver, I climbed into the car.
I’m in Amsterdam. I’m here to meet the woman I had the best sex of my life with. To hell with the fact that we’ve only done it once. That is exactly why I’m here. I want more. I want to taste every inch of her and let her devour every inch of me.
#32
“She's got those lips, she's got those hips, she even speaks kindly about me" - Olivia Rodrigo
The drive to our meeting point felt longer than I’d anticipated. Perhaps it was the mystery of not having an exact address, or simply because I was enchanted by the streets—the Christmas lights twinkling in the trees and the endless sea of bicycles. The driver remained silent throughout the trip.
Eventually, the car pulled up in front of the Prinsengracht canal, stopping before a building that looked like an understated, luxury residence rather than a hotel. "Sir, is this the correct address?" I asked, glancing at him. He simply nodded.
"The instructions are for you to proceed to the penthouse. I’ll handle your luggage," he stated, stepping out to open my door.
He retrieved my suitcase from the trunk just as a doorman approached us. The man greeted me politely, informing me thatMs. Calama was already waiting upstairs. Standing before the elevator, the driver handed me a magnetic key card, explaining that it granted access to the floor. I thanked him and stepped inside, watching the numbers climb.
The elevator opened to an extremely tasteful anteroom—all light tones, recessed lighting, plush carpeting, and a single black armchair. It was clear there was only one residence here. I tapped the card against the reader next to the heavy door and pushed it open carefully.
The first thing I saw was Kelsey.
She was sitting there, nursing a glass of whiskey. She wore black linen trousers and a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. Her hair was swept to the side, and the gold watch on her wrist caught the light. She smiled the moment our eyes met.
"Did I take too long?" I whispered.
Without waiting for an invitation, I walked straight to her armchair and sank onto her lap. She signaled her approval with a simple, possessive gesture, resting her hand firmly on my legs. I tilted her chin up and leaned in to kiss her.
The taste of wood and peat was there, her warm tongue exploring mine with a familiar hunger, while her hands pressed me closer against her. I smiled against her lips.
"What did you think of the city?" she murmured, her nose brushing against my neck as she began to pepper the skin there with light, stinging kisses. "I imagine you’re hungry. I’ve already had lunch prepared for you."
"From what I saw from the car window, it’s beautiful," I said, standing up from her lap to lock eyes with her. "And I think I’m officially starving."
Kelsey stood and guided me by the waist toward the kitchen. The space was expansive, decorated in deep forest-green tones. The apartment’s interior leaned into the classic Dutch industrial style—soaring ceilings, massive windows, and exposed brick columns.
"I’m glad you like the city, because I don't plan on taking you anywhere else," Kelsey joked with a laugh. She gestured for me to sit at the kitchen counter. "I had them prepare quiche. Would you like to help yourself, or should I call for the staff?"
"No need. If it’s still hot, I’ll serve myself," I replied.
She smiled and handed me a plate. I took a generous slice of quiche and some salad from a bowl nearby. Kelsey followed suit, but instead of sitting beside me, she stood on the opposite side of the counter, watching me.
"It’s strange seeing you in person after all those messages and video calls," she remarked.
"I agree," I managed to say through a mouthful. The cheese melted on my tongue, and I had to stifle a moan of pleasure at how delicious it was. Kelsey took a bite of her own and rolled her eyes. "This is incredible!" she exclaimed.
"Uh-huh!" I mumbled, still chewing. Kelsey opened the refrigerator and poured us each a glass of white wine. "I was photographed at my previous hotel," she explained, her tone turning more serious. "I thought it would be prudent to moveto a private apartment so we could be more comfortable. I’m protecting your image by keeping us away from public spaces."
"That’s thoughtful of you. Thank you for thinking ahead," I said. "My head is still spinning from everything with Peter."
