The Other Side of Midnight
Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.
- Lisa Kleypas
ANA
I try to forget the flight.
I try to forget that I nearly f****d up Katia’s trip and I try to forget that I almost f****d a man whose name I don’t even know.
Mister Walking d**k.
MWD…or WMD, depending on how you looked at it—Weapon of Mass Destruction. Wrecker of panties everywhere.
The name couldn’t have fit better. I let Walking d**k and his undoubtedly large d**k feel me up all the way across half of Nevada, and seven days later, I swallow a lump in my throat as I ignore Richard’s eleventh text of the day which begs me to come see him, apologizing for standing me up when an important client came into town—a client so f*****g
