What on earth have I become?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
ENZO
It is much laterwhen I get a text from Lola.
Thing is, I'm surprised. Mainly because it is not what I expect. Sure, I fucking expect her to be obsessing and thinking about the sex.
I am.
I have already beaten off twice, and thank fuck I'm used to all-nighters, because at this point, it is turning out to be one.
No, she has clearly been going over it all—how she enjoyed herself, how good it was for the last few hours.
And it was good. Some of the best sex I have had, and I didn't even kiss her. I couldn't. Alex not kissing her is a small price to pay. As for the risk of her and me having sex? I will take that, too.
We did it hard and fast from behind, and it is not like she has some measuring stick out or has been fucking either one of us for any length of time, so I don't think she will be able to tell it is the same dick.
I even bought some cologne with notes similar to my bespoke wash and scent. Similar enough that it went overwhat I already had on without turning it into something horrendous and discordant.
Fucking Cade would laugh himself sick if he heard that one, but too fucking bad. I like smelling good, and I like my bespoke perfume.
But I'm digressing.
I'm not surprised she thinks what happened rocked her world.
I'm just a little shocked by her text.
Lola
I'm sorry, Alex. But can you elaborate?
I read through the texts, then respond from his number.
Me
On what? My last comment?
Lola
YES.
Me
It'd be very easy to turn the fantasy into reality.
Lola
We did, Alex. I know, I was there.
I grin.
Me
No, I mean the one you have about your boss.
Lola
