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"Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence.
"Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question.
"The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark...
Kendall's genteel friend group had a revered dichotomy of personalities and interests. From leading careers as stockbrokers and district attorneys to sports agents and physicians, the only anchored fact that the cocksure men held in common was that they were all unprecedentedly rich. Kendall being the wealthiest, of course.
The group of esteemed male characters, each successful in their own right, had been friends for more than half a decade. Their contracted failure to regularly fraternize had been a direct result of the hard-lined constraints of their demanding careers. Though, once in a while they'd ensure they made the conscious effort to come together for important occasions such as this.
"Congrats Sean, welcome to the 'husband club!' I guess that makes three of us now, bud." Justin energetically cheered, raising his beer glass high into the air as he gestured towards the soon-to-be groom and another one of their married friends.
"Not yet. But, I know what you mean, man. I'm honestly just excited and grateful to finally seal the deal with Isabella. And, I'm thankful for you all, too. Seriously, thanks for coming all the way out here. I really appreciate it." Sean replied, offering the unsuspecting men one of his rare, timid smiles.
While the rest of the fellas hummed in enthused acknowledgment of his gratitude, Kendall refrained from engaging in their subsequent rounds of alcohol drinking. Quite remarkably, the men had managed to get through five packs of beer in under an hour and were now funneling onto their sixth. Although Kendall confidently regarded himself as a heavy weight, the intoxication was beginning to get to him.
Instead, he chose to take a fragranced swig from his rum cigar, manspreading his long legs while also enjoying the slithery feel of the sun's heated strokes pressing down against his tawny skin.
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For at least another half hour, the lively group of males proceeded to join in on fleeting conversations of utter debauchery, all whilst benefiting from the appealing sight of their half-clothed counterparts meandering along the yacht deck and openly sulking in the island sun. Yet, as Kendall's faced panned along the vessel's vast parameters, he wantonly noticed that one woman in particular had been missing from the circle of ladies. The one who'd freshly dumped him, to be frank.
Even now, he was still trying to wrap his head around the boggling situation.
To put it this way, the Kendall Fine never got dumped. No, he was the one who notoriously broke women's hearts. Women and men alike threw themselves at him everyday, but he was selective in who he chose to entertain. Then, once his thirst was quenched, he was ultimately the decider on how long the relationship prevailed. Sexually, that is.
After all, he was a powerful billionaire with generously above-average looks who could have anything and anyone he wanted from the mere snap of his fingers. Yet, here he was.
Being dumped had caused him to brace an inescapable tainted feeling that had slightly marred his insatiable ego. If he were being honest, it was his first time ever experiencing a situation such as the one from last night, and he'd tried to handle it the best way he could.
