Victor McNemara is still dealing with his new reality. He has a son, his engagement has been revoked, and his career is in shambles, going from CEO to a co-owner of a small start-up company. On top of that, his best friend leaves his side due to som...
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The times I went against my beliefs always showed just why exactly I had those beliefs in the first place. And it wasn't any different now. The regret I felt while reading all the messages the morning after my night with Victor was still heavily present deep within me even though it has already been three days since our night together.
It was great, shockingly great. I didn't expect Victor McNemara to be such an attentive lover. I went into it expecting a quickie with a hot guy, nothing special and definitely nothing so passionate. We were both looking for some stress relief and got something that could easily turn into a dangerous addiction.
"So, let me get this straight. Again. I'm the one basically grounded for my flirty nature, and you get to sleep with clients without any consequences? How's that fair, huh?" Gabi was frowning at me over a cup of coffee, obviously aggrieved. We were both off work for the day and went for some snacks and a coffee as always. It was a kind of a tradition for us by now, and I couldn't imagine missing this for any reason.
"Gabriel, we've had this conversation two times already. Enough is enough. I know I fucked up, but there's no need to remind me every time we see each other." As if I didn't beat myself over that every minute of a day already. I didn't need my friends scolding me too.
He gave me his most annoyed look and shook his head as if disappointed, which was rich coming from someone five years younger who still acted like a crazy teenager at times. I was seriously starting to doubt my ability to choose friends.
"Right," he murmured, staring into his cup, silent.
I sighed. If this nonstop bickering between us was my biggest problem at the moment, my life would be like a fairy tale. I wasn't lucky like that, though.
The morning after I had sex with Victor, all hell broke loose when I found out some piece of shit of a journalist took a photo of me with Victor in a bar, when we were already a bit tipsy, chatting and leaning close to each other. Luckily, there was nothing more, so no one really knew if we hooked up or not. The problem was all the articles that were published following our meeting. The ones I managed to read before I got too sick to continue came to the same conclusion even though there was no evidence; we were obviously sleeping together.
As I understood, the main reason why everyone thought we were a thing was because of Victor's past scandal. After he left his family business and started to work with Alison exclusively, they publically broke off their engagement without any explanation or additional comments. Which, of course, ended up with people wondering what happened. And seeing a photo of Victor sharing almost an intimate moment with another man brought all the wondering back, and all the tabloids and celebrity news grabbed the opportunity to dive into it once more. They went as far as pronouncing me his real fiancé, who had to hide away because Victor's father did not agree with our relationship. The gossips were disgusting. The delusions and sick imagination people had about others never ceased to surprise me.
