CHRISTIAN
The charts on the screen meant nothing. Someone was talking about quarterly returns and regional supply chains. I nodded like I was listening, fingers resting under my chin, but my thoughts were nowhere near Japan. They were half a world away.
I looked at the half-drunk espresso that sat forgotten by my side, I missed her, I really did, I just wish I hadn’t said what I said and everything would have been okay.
She had f****d me, she had pleased me in all the right places and I had f*****g ruined it. I may have opened a stitch or two because of our rigorous unholy activities, but I don’t mind if she opens a million stitches just to do me like she did me that night.
I’m such a dumbass..
“Mr. Hilton, sir?” a voice asked with too much politeness, snapping me out of my thoughts.
