CHAPTER TWELVE
ROME
To saythat my dick is rubbed raw over Dex on his knees for me is an understatement. The number of times I’ve shamefully jacked off to thoughts and memories of him is getting ridiculous.
I can’t believe he sucked my cock. Willingly.
And not just willingly. He fucking started it. I didn’t say a word, and he chased me down and dropped to his knees and gave me the best orgasm of my life. And after, when he should have run off in shame, he didn’t.
He kissed me instead, with a tenderness that should have been reserved for the woman he was going to marry.
It makes my head spin. What was he up to in the years I was gone? Before I left, I was his first guy. He hadn’t even realized he wanted to be with a man until the night at the club. But at the gym, he sucked me like he knew what he was doing. Like he’d done it before.
Which guy did he hook up with while I was gone?
And why the fuck do I care? He has a fiancée, the fuckingcheater, so that should be the last of my worries. And yet, I can’t get the vision of him on his knees with another man out of my head. It makes me angry. Jealous. Hateful.
It’s destroying any ability to follow through on my plans to let him go.
I flush the toilet paper with my cum on it down the toilet and stalk out, washing my hands vigorously. I don’t want anyone to smell the scent of my release on me.
I’m already pathetic enough.
If my dad knew what I was doing on company time, he’d expire from shame. He passed this place over to me because he thought I was responsible, not some horny guy who’s reverted to his teenage years and jacking off in the office toilet.
Well, no need, Dad. I’m already dying enough for the both of us.
The door to the office suite opens, and I know it’s the interpreter from the all-black attire and the fact that they’re ten minutes early. But when I see her face, I nearly pass out from guilt.
It’s Lexi.
Like, Dex’sLexi.
His fiancée.
I stare at the ring on her finger and feel my cheeks heat. Thankfully, she seems oblivious because of course Dex wouldn’t tell her that we’d gotten each other off, but dear God.
She’s marrying a cheater.
I should tell her. She deserves the truth. I lift my hands, but the signs fizzle at the tips of my fingers and I lose my nerve.
‘You Rome?’ she asks me when my arms fall at my sides. Her red lips curl up into a small, polite grin. Fuck, she really isbeautiful, and I don’t think I can handle seeing the pain on her face when I tell her the truth.
No. Dex needs to do it. I need to confront him and force him to come clean.
‘Yes,’ I finally answer as she continues to stare at me.
She holds out her hand, and I shake it. ‘Nice to meet you. I’m the interpreter. Lexi.’
Another wave of nausea hits and I breathe through it. ‘Nice to meet you.’
My mind is a war zone, battling over whether I should cancel this meeting and hire another purely for ethical reasons. But before I can make a decision, she asks, ‘Where we meeting? Any notes I can have beforehand?’
She’s a consummate professional, and fuck, I can’t reschedule this.
It’s my fault, anyway. If I weren’t such a slut for Dex, then maybe we wouldn’t be in this predicament. I’ve never been this kind of man before, and I have no idea why it’s Dex, of all people, who can turn me into a wanton whore who doesn’t care that he’s about to get married.
Shit. I take a breath and gather myself. I can be professional too. ‘No notes. Should be easy. We’ll meet in here.’
