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God, how could I be so freaking stupid?

Ready to dive into this with him, only for him to make me look like a fool.

When I’ve calmed down, I try to be reasonable here.

Maybe I’m reading too much into this.

Maybe it’s not what it looks like.

I should hear him out.

I know how the media can be.

According to them, the players have new girlfriends every week. But then there is the fact that after we met, Alexander hasn’t been photographed with any women, as far as I know at least.

I turn him down, and then on the first possibility, he’s spotted with a beautiful woman.

Can that really be a coincidence?

One hell of a coincidence in that case.

I groan into the pillow, feeling lost and confused all over again, wondering if I’ll ever really understand how men work.

Chapter 19

Alexander

When we land back in Chicago, I’m ready to hunt down Sarah and tell her that I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.

Hell, being away from her for just a few days made me realize that I can’t let her go.

If we have to be together on her terms, then so be it.

It’s better than not having her at all.

I also plan to negotiate a deal with her, since she likes our business meetings.

I’m bringing some of my own terms into this, and with time, I’ll show her just how much more we can be together.

I know she’s scared of letting go of that precious control, but she can trust me, and if I have to work a little to earn that trust, then it’s good I’m a patient man.

As I get back to my apartment, I’m debating whether I should go to Sarah’s right away or wait until tomorrow.

Monday is a workday, and since I plan to discuss our sex life in detail, I decide I should do it tonight.

I’m also eager to see her and wondering if she received my flowers.

I know yesterday must have been tough for her; hopefully, she appreciated the gesture.

It felt personal, but for me, everything between us is personal, so the sooner she accepts that, the better.

Just as I’m about to head to the elevator, the receptionist calls me.

“Hello, it’s Alexander.”

“Hello, Mr. McGregor. I have Sarah Parker down here. Should I send her up?”

She’s here.