I sit back in my chair, surprised by his request. This is a no-win situation. He wants a f**k buddy to join his harem, and I want him all to myself. I write back.
I think we both said all we needed to on Sunday morning.
God . . . why can’t he just be normal? A reply bounces back.
I have a proposal for you.
I stare at the message but don’t reply. A proposal? What, does he want me to be his new masseuse?
I feel my anger bubble at the mere thought of her. Ten minutes later, another text comes in.
Hear me out, please.
Please. He said please. Ugh, okay. I reply.
Fine.
I wait.
I’ll pick you up at seven.
“Here you go,” Aaron says as he passes me a plate with the biggest slice of cheesecake I’ve ever seen. He passes Molly hers and then takes a seat with his.
“This is f*****g delicious,
