CHRISTIAN
I hated that her words got to me.
Not Penelope’s—no, she wasn’t the problem this time. It was what my mother’s cousin said last night at dinner. Thank goodness Penelope couldn't make it, she was stuck at work–or that was an excuse to not be in the same space as me.
I kept wondering why she was avoiding me, did she not enjoy it? Did she not enjoy my tongue, my fingers all in her? I know she did, she came on my face, twice. She came on my c**k, more times than I could remember. I know for a fact that I'm not a bad lover.
“I just don’t understand why anyone would agree to be with you. You’re a workaholic, Christian. You drown yourself in meetings and boardrooms. You don’t appreciate quality time, and let’s be honest—you were never the relationship type. What woman would want to
