Chapter Seven
Except I can’t stop thinking about her.
I can’t stop thinking about her as Scarlett kneels between my legs and makes me feel good. I can’t stop thinking about her as I go back to my penthouse and clean up the dishes Aiden left in my sink. I can’t stop thinking about her as I shower and fall asleep, and then the next day when I go into the office and after, when I help my mom get discharged from the hospital. And the day after that.
And I especially can’t stop thinking about her as I sit in my mother’s infusion room, reading aloud the most recent Wakefield Saga novel, In the Arms of the Disgraced Duke.
“‘And what about my dowry?’” I read. “‘I suppose that means nothing to you?’”
“‘It’s meant nothing since the day I first laid eyes on you,’” I continue, adopting the di
