I don’t know what part of our conversation officially ended the thing between me and Harper, but it did. It’s been a month since I’ve seen her, and she’s refusing my phone calls. I tried going to her house, but Loryn refused to let me in. I’m not the man to chase women. I couldn’t keep Ivy, and, in the end, I was okay with that.

           I felt something strong for Harper. She did something only Ivy could do, and that made me feel like maybe I found the one person I didn’t think existed. And I tell myself that because even Ivy had issues with keeping me under control. Harper was able to make me sit down and shut up. But again. I don’t chase. I tried chasing her, but she made it clear. And now I know she was right, and Jackson lied to me. If she were a psycho stalker, she’d be stalking me right now and not ignoring me…unless she’s that good and is stalking me without me knowing. I don’t believe that is possible. I’d catch her in the act.

           The downfall of all of this is that I’ve had multiple women, including Veronica, try throwing themselves at me. And I almost caved in. I mean! Why the fuck not? I am a single man. The woman I actively want is no longer mine and refuses to ever be mine. Why the fuck should I care? I should go off and fuck different women. Maybe that will help me forget the pain filling inside of me.

           “Sir.” Carey, my new assistant, grabs my attention and lightly knocks on my door. “There is a Megan here to see you.”

           “Oh, for fucks sake! Send her in.”

           I watch as Megan and her beautifully curvy body walk into my office, slowly closing the door behind her. “Well, you look sexier than ever.”

           I exhale a defeated breath. “Who told you?”

           She smiles. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to try seducing you…Although I would if you let me. But I’m here to thank you.”

           With a confused look in my eyes, I shake my head. “Thank me? What the fuck.”

           She chuckles. “You sat me down and told me how I should change and what to do. I did everything you said. Now I’m single and I’ve never been happier. I’m not sleeping with every man out there and I’m no longer fingering the asshole of a ninety-year-old man. I am being me, and when I need sex, I have one guy that I do go to from time to time, but I have a sex toy at home that seems to be working a little too well.”

           “Good for you,” I say excitedly. “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think a sex toy would work for me. But if it’s doing you justice…”

           “It was thirty thousand dollars.” She interjects. “The damn thing walks and moans like a man. It feels like a man. And the remote that it comes with can make him fuck me in any position I wish. Trust me when I say, it becomes a bit much.”

           “Okay,” I say and close my laptop. “What are you thanking me for, and why do you have that look in your eyes?”

           “I just said why I’m thanking you, silly. And I want to know, since you are single, if I can thank you by seducing you. I’m serious when I say, I didn’t come here to sleep with you. But it’s my way of saying thank you.”

           This woman makes zero sense.

           “You know that doesn’t make any sense, right?”

           She nods. “I can still try.”

           I exhale and lean my elbows on my desk, placing my chin on my hand. “Megan. You’re unnaturally beautiful. You and I both know this. You have a look that most women would die for. You can make a man explode in a matter of minutes…I’m proof of that. Normally, I’m the one who women bow down to and can’t handle me. You’re the opposite. Be proud of that. But this thing between us can’t happen. I am single. But I can’t sleep with you. And…”

           “It’s been a month without her, right?” She asks, interrupting me.

           I nod. “Yeah and?”

           “Which means you haven’t fucked anyone, right?”

           I lower my head. “Yeah, and?”

           “Well, I’m here for you if you need a release.”

           I chuckle. “Megan. You said you weren’t coming here to try anything.”

           She leans over my desk, showing her breasts as they try to pop out of her shirt. Her face is mere inches away from mine. “Noah, you told me if you two split up, I’d have a chance. Here I am. I wanted to thank you because I don’t need a man. But you also promised…”

           “I’m not over her, Megan,” I argue, feeling the warmth of my room only seems to get hotter. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have an appointment at any moment.”

           “I am your appointment.” She seductively smiles. “I paid to make sure I took up the next two hours of your day just in case this situation happens.”

           I place my face into my hands, rubbing them along it in annoyance. “We are not having sex.”

           “You’ve been single for a month, Noah. Even if you get back with her, it’s not cheating. You are a single man. All I am asking for is for you to let yourself release deep inside of me. I’ll rock your world just like I did last time. If you can’t tell, I’m not pushing myself on you like I did last time. I’m being respectful. But if I have to use force, you will orgasm and then beg me for more and more, and you will not want to stop.”

           “I do that,” I argue. “Not the other way around. I’m the one who makes women beg for more and then can’t walk.”

           “So, show me.” She commands. “I’ll let you use and abuse me however you want to. I promise you can take me any way you want.”

           I exhale, fighting the urge to give in to her. She’s right. I’ve been single for a month. Technically, Harper and I were never even dating in the first place. I can fuck whoever I want whenever. But my heart is yelling at me not to…Oh But! My cock is begging for a release.

           “Megan. I am flattered. And trust me when I say it is taking every ounce of my willpower to hold back. But I can’t. As much as I do need to release. And as much as I chose it to be you, other than Harper. I can’t. Something inside of me is going against this.”

           She slowly walks around my desk, dancing her fingers across it along with her strut. “What’s that motivational saying…when it hurts, that’s when you push forward? Or, when you’re scared, that’s when you jump? Does that sound familiar?”

           “Maybe,” I say and watch as she leans in, bringing her face inches away from mine. “But it’s not happening.”

           She chuckles and slides her tongue along my lips, sending my cock into a painful hard-on. She knows. I know. The world knows that I haven’t been fucked in a month. And all it would take is for the slightest touch of her hand and I am going to release like a fucking volcano. But even then. After I release. I am going to still fuck the shit out of someone. One release is not enough. I have enough built up in me to release four or five times.

           Her hand slides between my legs and cups my cock, her smile growing. “You don’t want sex from me, yet your dick says otherwise.”

           I clear my throat. My head feels light, and my body is screaming to toss this woman onto my lap and thrust so fucking deep into her, she won’t be able to walk out of here.

           “So?” She questions and leans in, sending her tongue along my neck.

           Fuck! I have to stop her!