Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)
My eyes widen, and I giggle. “Oh, them. Spencer and Sebastian. Even their names sound naughty.”
“They’re trouble, that’s for sure.”
“What do they do?”
“Sebastian owns a mining company. He’s divorced, no kids.” He smiles fondly. “And Spence is an architect who has fucked his way around the world… twice. He designs skyscrapers, and he chooses to live between here and New York.”
I smile. “You’re close to them, I can tell.”
“They’ve kept me sane over the years. They know me better than anyone. We’ve been through a lot together.” He puts his hand up to the waiter, silently asking for two more cocktails.
I eye the golden fluid in my fancy glass “These things are super potent.”
"Oh, like you can't handle a good drink, Little Miss Let's Get Fucked Up."
I giggle, and then another question comes to me and my face falls serious.
“What?” he asks.
“I have another question, and I don’t want you to get annoyed with me, but these are the things I think about when I’m alone. I just want to lay it out on the table, yo
u know?”
He rolls his eyes. “Go on.”
“You’re the most sexual man I’ve ever been with. When we’re together, we have a lot of sex and you can’t keep your hands off me. Every night we sleep together we have sex in some shape or form. I can’t imagine you ever going without it.”
He sits back in his chair and rubs his thumb back and forth over his bottom lip. “Where are you going with this?” He asks.
“You said you didn’t have much sex with Alina. That it only happened a handful of times.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Did you have affairs?” I whisper.
He sips his drink and his gaze slowly drops to the table.
The answer is important to me, though. I need to know who I’m in love with.
His eyes rise to meet mine. “I never had an affair. I wouldn’t do that to someone.”
I hold my breath as I watch him.
“I had sex with multiple high-end prostitutes instead.”
My brows crease together.
He sits forward and takes my hand across the table, trying to read my shocked expression. “And it was lonely, cold, and nothing like what we have.”
“How long have you used prostitutes?”
“From the age of twenty-four up until the day you walked into my house.”
What?
“And the other women you dated?” I frown.
“I continued seeing prostitutes while I was seeing them.”