What did you do, Anthony?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
DREW
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Zander sits on my officesofa, his ankle propped on his knee, sipping whiskey from one of my cut crystal glasses, smirking.“Can I be there when you ask her?”
“I’m not going toaskher.Well, I suppose I will.More...lean us in that direction.I’m not going to announce it with a big banner.”
I almost roll my eyes.
“As I said, please let me be there,” Zander laughs.
I shoot him a dark look.
Why are we friends again?
I’m not trying to be funny; I’m seeking a solution.It’s obvious Gemma is a hot commodity and will soon want to get married again.
I’m allergic to weddings, especially one with my name on it.
God, give me an epi-pen.
She won’t have trouble finding a suitable partner, which is a problem.But not if she’s distracted.
By my dick.
So, my plan is simple.We remain seeing one another as lovers.We simply carry on the current status quo.
Although better, as we are not working together.I will encourage her, strongly, to take my buyout offer, and then we can enjoy this very pleasurable thing we have going on.
For as long as we both choose.
Until those other suitors fuck right off.
