Chapter Three

Nolan

What a joke!

That woman. That infuriating, arrogant woman thinks she can outrank me. Oh please...I would like to see her try!

I went home with a bad taste in my mouth as I recalled the event that happened back at the restaurant. She may have won this round, but I will be ahead of the game next time.

You just watch Evelyn Bennett!

Things weren't always this bitter between us. I first met her at a charity auction hosted by my friend Frank Duncan Jr. He was one of the city's well-known artists at the time, and I was there to support him. Frank introduced me to Evelyn, thinking we were the perfect match.

"This is Evelyn Bennett. She is the daughter of a great client of mine," Frank had said.

I looked her up and down. She was tall, slender with long legs that went on forever. There was a spark in her big brown eyes that intrigued me. She was beautiful. There was no doubt about that.

"You should take a picture so you'll have something to look at any time you want," she had joked.

"Sorry, was I staring?" I said. I was taken aback by being caught. "Well, I like what I see," I smirked and eyed her from head to toe. "How about I make up for it by buying you a glass of wine?"

She must not have liked my boldness because her smile had disappeared.

"No, thank you. Now, if you will excuse me," she said and walked away.

It took me a few seconds to process what happened. I just had been rejected, and no one ever refused Nolan Walters!

It turned out I had dodged a bullet as Evelyn was laser-focused in her career. She was a self-righteous, power-hungry woman who would go to any lengths to get what she wanted. She had stepped on my toe at every chance she got and became my biggest rival, which is why I can never let her win.

I shook my head and attempted to stop thinking about her but she kept crossing my mind.

I smiled as my dog, Sandy, ran toward me as soon as I stepped inside my loft, wagging her tail. No one else looked this happy when I am home. Not to mention I lived alone. I was never into relationships, so none of my girlfriends lasted more than a year. Relationships are for people who don't strive to be the best in life.

I wondered if Evelyn felt the same way about relationships.

Goddammit. I was doing it again. I was thinking about that dumb woman. I needed a distraction, and I needed it fast.

I went through my contact list and called someone I thought would respond. And I wasn't wrong.

***

"So...you finally decided to call me, huh?" Jessica James flashed me a seductive smile.

I sighed, wondering if I had just made a mistake. I found Jessica quite irritating, but she was a total knockout even with her fake personality. I could have some fun with her, and she looked like she was more than willing.

"I'm sorry for not calling, Jess. Will you ever forgive me?" I tilted my head and tried to look genuine.

Jessica pouted but then smiled. "You are lucky you're such a handsome devil. You know men are lined up to be with me, and here I am, responding to your stupid text message." She shook her head.

I took her hand and kissed it. "Why don't I get you something to drink and then we can make up for the lost time. How about that?" I winked.

Jessica bit her lower lip and smiled. "Alright, let's have a drink."

I poured her a glass of whiskey, but she set it down and moved closer to me. "Nolan, I've missed you. Ever since we spent that wonderful night..."

"Oh yeah? How about we recreate it?" I said slyly and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

Ah, music to my ears.

"You don't waste any time, do you Jessica? Let me make this worth your while," I said huskily and kissed her.

She moaned against my mouth as I roughly slipped my tongue inside her parted lips. My hands wandered inside her dress and then cupped her breasts.

Hmm...fake breasts. Not my favorite thing women did to their bodies, I must admit. I liked women with real breasts and Jessica's weren't as supple as Evelyn's...

Wait, what the fuck? Why did I just think about Evelyn's breasts at a time like this?

I shook my head frantically, trying to make all the bad thoughts go away.

"Oh, Nolan. I love it when you touch me," Jessica cooed, so I focused my attention back on her.

I squeezed her breast hard, making her yelp. "You are a bad girl, Jessica. Perhaps you would like to be punished," I growled.

"Oh yes please. Punish me," Jessica crooned. She was dizzy with lust. She ripped the front of my shirt and began to pepper kisses all over my chest.

Yes, this is good. Jessica will make me feel good and I will forget all about today's events. I will forget about how I lost the deal to that dreadful woman who won't stop running her mouth.

That pretty mouth with those pouty lips. I groaned as I remembered the kiss again. I felt my pants tighten. What was wrong with me?

"Ohh...you are already hard. Why don't we get this show on the road, cowboy?" Jessica batted her eyelashes.

I sighed and slowly pushed her off. "Actually. I am not in the mood anymore. Why don't we pick this up another time?"

Jessica let out a small gasp. "Wha...what? What do you mean you are not in the mood? What about this?" she said and cupped my erection.

"Oh this? Well, it's just a biological reaction. I don't need you to take care of it. But thanks for the offer, though!" I said and started to get dressed.

Jessica's face was red. She must feel rejected but I didn't care. I practically pushed her out the door despite her protests.

Today is such a shit day, I thought irritably.