Mr Garcia

“What’s the position?” Masters asks.

“Minister of Planning and Development.”

Masters frowns. “Wouldn’t be a bad gig. What’s the coin?”

“Decent, although I make more now.” I take the club from my bag and line up my shot.

“Could you do both?” he asks.

“I don’t know.” I slice the ball, and it flies off into the distance. “Fuck… I’m getting good at this game.”

“Please,” Spencer scoffs. “I can beat you with my hands tied behind my back.”

“Okay, let’s see it,” Masters replies flatly. “You’re all fucking talk, Spence.”

I chuckle as Masters lines up his shot.

“I’d look into taking both jobs. It could be great for the CV. Town Planner and all that,” Masters says as he hits his shot. It bounces low, hits a tree and flies back toward us.

“You’re completely shit,” I smirk.

“Get fucked,” he snaps as he puts his club back in the bag. “Unlucky.”

“Sebastian Garcia, the politician,” Spencer teases just as he strikes the ball.

“Has a ring to it,” Masters smirks.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not taking it.”

We get back into the golf buggy. “Hey, you still drinking shit coffee from that hot chick across town?” Spencer asks.

I grip the steering wheel tightly. “No.”

Spencer's eyes fly to me. “Why not?”

I shrug. “Lost interest.”

The last thing I need is a lecture from these two. Ever since I found my wife in bed with our gardener, they’ve become a tad overprotective, and I am not in the mood to talk about the headfuck of a week I’ve had.

Least of all her.

I pull the cart up to the next hole.

“Bree wants to set you up with her friend,” Masters says as he climbs out. “Apparently, she’s smoking hot.”

“I’m not going on a blind fucking date, Masters.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I don’t want or need a woman. Been there, done that. Not fucking doing it again.” I climb out of the buggy.

“You still horny or what?”

“Problem has been eradicated,” I say, lining up my ball.

“Tell me you went to the Escape Club?” Spencer sighs dreamily.

Masters and I chuckle. Spencer is living vicariously through me now that he’s settled down.

“Fuck. I love that place,” he snaps.

“May have.” I hit the ball with force, and it slices through the air.

“That’s the only thing I miss about being single, you know? The thrill of that Escape Club. Bidding on the girls, waiting for them to choose me.” He narrows his eyes as he stares off into the distance. “It’s like the ultimate gaming and shopping experience. Those were good times, man.”

Masters chuckles. “And then you went and fell in love and ruined it all.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t change it. Charlotte is it for me, but, you know…” He lines up his shot. “Hot gorgeous women just waiting to please you. No strings, no demands. It is the ultimate fantasy.”

Masters smirks. “I have to agree.”

I clench my jaw when I get a vision of April… Cartier… whatever her fucking name is.

The way she looked at me when she came. I feel my cock twinge in appreciation.

Fuck.

I throw my club into my golf bag with force. I don’t want to think about her. I won’t think about her.

She pisses me off.

April

I wipe the table near the window and peer out into the street.

Why hasn’t he come back?

I glance at the clock. It’s 8:45 a.m. , and Sebastian would have normally been in for his coffee by now. He didn’t come on Friday. He didn’t come on Monday or Tuesday, either. Now, here we are on Wednesday, and he still hasn’t shown.

He’s not coming.

Fuck, was our night together so dreadful that he doesn’t even want my coffee now?

I’ve been analyzing our night together and overanalyzing it to the point that I’m driving myself insane.

Everything was good. I mean, not great, but he was consistently coming back to see me despite being served the worst coffee on Earth. And he was sweet, lovely, handsome, and we would flirt with each other.

My heart swells when I think of him like that.

And then he saw me at the club, and he was angry that I was there.

I chose him, too, even though he didn’t want me. But that’s the thing: I know he did want me before that.

I wipe the table and let my mind run back over the chain of events.

We went back to the Escape room and we got into some kind of fucked-up role playing.

Then we had the best sex of my life.

And he was right there with me. He lost his head, too. It wasn’t one-sided; I know it wasn’t.

I go to the next table and wipe it over, lost in my memories.

Then we had a thing in the shower when we were kissing. We were so completely lost in the moment that we forgot a condom. I scratch my head as I think back. That was definitely the turning point. Things just spiraled downhill from there.