I’m not that Alexander anymore.
He was buried the day I left Carmel.
I’m Lex Edwards, CEO of the Lexed Group. I control everything in my life and thrive on the power I hold.
No one tells me what to do.
I live my life exactly how I want.
Everything in my life makes sense now.
Everything is perfect.
Except for one minor thing—I’m fucking miserable.
CHARLIE
“Charlotte Olivia Mason, are you daydreaming about your hot boyfriend again?”
Eric’s voice interrupts my thoughts as he struts into my office, dressed head to toe in a new designer suit. I should’ve been daydreaming about Julian. Instead, I’m reminiscing about my trip to Hawaii. It seems like a lifetime ago when, in fact, it was only two months ago.
“No, sorry,” I mumble. “Just remembering the long walks on Waikiki Beach while watching the sunset, the nonstop cocktails, and spending time with my cousins.
“Right, ‘your trip.’” Eric air quotes, still annoyed I didn’t take him. “Why aren’t you daydreaming about Julian? If I had a man like him in my bed every night, I’d never get to work on time.”
My cousin’s wedding at the top of Diamond Head was nothing short of magical. I couldn’t have envisioned a more romantic backdrop of sweeping views of the Pacific Ocean with gorgeous blue skies above us. The wedding itself was intimate with about twenty people in total, of which ten of them were relatives.
It was nice to spend time with my family, especially my younger cousin, Noah, who I hadn’t seen for a few years. We escaped the boring family sightseeing and opted to scuba dive instead. We swam with sea turtles, an amazing experience which I’d love to do again one day. We got drunk, and luckily he’s of drinking age now, a total playboy at the clubs we opted to hit at night, but nevertheless, I enjoyed the entertainment.
Despite the holiday being exactly what I needed, I missed Julian. From the moment I landed, we have been inseparable. Making up for lost time, we spent a good portion of it in the bedroom, but of late, work has pulled both of us in different directions.
“Okay, you’re doing it again. Charlie, snap out of it. Unless, of course, you’re thinking about his wang. In that case, do share,” he snickers, rubbing his hands.
“Eric, I’m not talking about Julian’s wang with you, and I can’t believe we’re back to using that word. It’s so crass.”
“Wiener, johnson, pecker, bratwurst, one-eyed monster, baloney pony—”
“Stop! Your penis slang is unsettling. Baloney pony? Seriously, Eric, when have you ever said to someone, ‘Hey, gorgeous, take off your pants and show me your baloney pony.’ Who says that?”
“Um, no one. Err… do you ask a guy to take off his pants? Where’s the dominatrix woman I had you pegged for?”
“Okay, enough pecker-wiener talk. I’ve got an appointment in fifteen minutes. Now what else is on the agenda today?”
***
The day flew by, and before I knew it, it was just after six. The office is deserted, and I’m buried under a mountain of paperwork. It’s now or never. I start going through the papers until my phone rings, startling me.
As the name Batman flashes across my screen, I catch myself grinning before I answer. I came up with the nickname when I realized how strikingly similar Julian looked to Christian Bale.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets me in what could only be described as his sex voice.
It does all kinds of crazy things to my lady parts. Why am I not at home so we can have phone sex or something? I miss him, terribly.
“Hello, yourself. Is this an early night booty call?” I tease, leaning back in my chair as I cross my legs to stop the throbbing pain between them.
“Mmm… don’t let me think about your booty. I’m in a conference room waiting for the senator to arrive.”
“Well, in that case, have you thought about my tits as well? They are very happy in that lacy black number you like.”