Mack Brown, a successful psychologist, moved to Chicago after her first heartbreak. After meeting a lawyer, Zander Carmichael, she believes she's starting to warm up to commitment again, that is until she bumps into her first love 6 years later. Sec...
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This meeting seems like nothing but bullshit to me. Right now my mind could not give a shit about new bridges being made to help a guy get a better view of their garden. My mind can only think of Mackenzie and what we did a couple of days ago. Her taste still lingers on my tongue and her moans replay over and over like a song I can't get out of my head.
"Mr. Kennedy, does that suit your schedule?" I hear a voice ask
"Sorry, what?' I question. Shit. They've been discussing plans and I'm here reminiscing over Mackenzie. I clear my throat. "Oh, yes of course. Send the details over to my assistant and he will sort everything out."
I need a drink, and someone to drink with. I shake everyone's hands and walk out of the conference room. I walk into my office to see Eric sat in my chair.
"Get up," I tell him sternly.
"Meeting not go well then?" he asks me with a huge grin on my face.
I shake my head and walk over to my desk and pour some whiskey into my glass and pour another for Eric. He grabs his glass and takes small sips from it, whereas I gulp the whole thing down. I see Eric look at me with confusion plastered all over his face.
"Bro, what happened in that meeting?" he asks while chuckling
I look at him annoyed. I am not in the mood for his jokes and remarks right now, I push him off my seat and skim through my computer, trying to find anything to keep my mind off her.
"What's going on with you?" he asks while circling over to the other side of the desk.
I look at him, contemplating whether to tell him or not. I need to talk to someone about this, or I'm going to lose my shit. It's already affecting me so much because I'm deciding to bottle everything up.
"Something happened...with Mackenzie."
He gives a low chuckle and takes a seat in front of me. He pours another glass and stretches it over to me. I take it from in front of me and down it again. The booze begins to take a small amount of stress away from me, allowing me to feel comfortable with confiding to Eric. I explain how everything has been and what exactly went down. He kept laughing at certain comments. I didn't go into the gory details about what went down in the office, but he understood what I was saying.
"Holy shit!" he shouts laughing
"I fucked up, bro!" I groan back
"Did you not talk to her after you dived your fingers into her?" he questions while trying to hold in his laugh. I look at him sternly and he can tell he's pissing me off, but that makes him laugh harder. He holds his hands up in defeat and says "Sorry, I after you pleasured her...with your fingertips." He drops his head laughing in between his legs.
I throw a pen at him and it bounces off his head. I smirk at my small accomplishment. "No, I didn't. We didn't get a chance to. Sapphire knocked on the door and interrupted. We acted like we were talking about her new offices and I just walked straight out."
