Mr Garcia

Who am I kidding? I'm being anything but polite here. This poor woman is the very last thing on my mind.

Why the hell did I agree to this date?

"Yes, I'm a real fitness fanatic." She smiles. "I like to run in marathons, too."

My gaze rises to April across the restaurant yet again. Her date puts his arm around her and kisses her temple before they walk out of the restaurant together, arm in arm. My stomach twists as I fight every urge I have to run after her.

Fuck.

I imagine the two of them having sex, and my head feels like it's about to explode.

Go out there and drag her out of his car. Do it now! What the fuck are you waiting for? Don’t let her leave with him.

Stop, stop, stop.!

Five minutes of insanity tonight will be tomorrow’s headlines.

Deputy prime minister goes batshit crazy and drags his female lawyer from a car.

I drain my glass, and then I drag my hand down my face. I'm hot and clammy, and on the fucking edge of control.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

My eyes come back to her. Shit.

I force a smile. "I'm sorry. I just got some news about work and, I'm terribly distracted. Please forgive me."

"Is everything all right?"

I nod, barely able to push the words past my lips. " Just…" I pause as I try to think of a suitable lie. "I have an urgent meeting that has just been scheduled for tomorrow and I have to prepare. Just running through it in my mind."

"Oh." Her face falls. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing." I smile. "I may have to retire early tonight after we have dinner. Nothing for you to worry about."

"Okay."

That’s not a complete lie. I do have something urgent on my agenda for tomorrow.

I need to get April fucking Bennet off my mind.

This has to stop… now.

2:00 a.m.

My finger hovers over April’s name in my phone.

I'm naked, in bed, with my legs spread.

Alone in the darkness.

I go to dial her number, but then I remind myself that she's with him.

I throw my phone onto the floor in disgust.

My hand glides through the oil over the end of my hard cock. I've jerked off numerous times tonight, and none of them have tamed the tiger. Nothing on earth could.

I need her.

I need one thing, and one thing only.

April fucking Bennet.

I grip myself with force and begin to stroke hard. My legs part farther. The sound of the slick oil around my fingers echoes throughout the room, and I tip my head back to the ceiling.

I'm wet with perspiration. My grip is painful.

If I make it hurt, it will take the need away.

It has to. I can't go on like this.

I turn the incline up on the treadmill and run faster. I've trained hard this morning.

Adrenaline has stolen my sleep and I'm in a world of regret.

I should have stopped her. I should have dragged her out of his fucking car.

I should have brought her back here and given her what was hers to have.

But I didn’t, and it's done now.

And I'm moving the fuck on.

Screw her and her tempting little ass.

I hear my front door open, and moments later, Spencer comes into view. He has two cups of coffee in his hands as well as two papers rolled up under his arm.

"Hey," He looks me up and down as I run. "It's Sunday morning. What the fuck are you doing?"

"Training," I pant.

He screws up his face in disgust and walks back into the kitchen.

I hit pause and walk through the cool down until I eventually walk out to find him sitting at the table, engrossed in his newspaper.

This Sunday morning coffee thing we have is a ritual. Charlotte, his wife, goes to church with her father, and Spencer visits with me.

I peel my wet T-shirt off over my head and I put it in the laundry.

"How was your date?" Spencer asks without looking up.

"Fucked up." I walk to the refrigerator and pour myself a glass of water. "The whole thing is one massive fuck up."

He chuckles as he turns the page. "That good, hey?"

I pick up my phone off the counter and check it. No missed calls. "Un-fucking-believable," I mutter under my breath.

"What is?" Spencer asks, his eyes not leaving his paper.

"I thought she would at least have the audacity to call me," I sip my water. "I mean, she did leave with someone else."

He finally looks up. "Who did? Marina?"

"No, not her. April."

He frowns. "Who?"

"Do you fucking listen to me at all?"

He frowns. "I'm lost."

"The fucking girl. The lawyer from my office. April Bennet."

His eyes widen. "Oh, the Escape Girl."

I sip my coffee and shake my head.

Spencer puts his hands on his temples. "Hang on, so you went on a date with Marina, but instead you saw April?"

"Yes, and I followed her to the bathroom, and we made out. She was all fucking wet and hot for me, and then she kicked me out and went home with her date."