Page 16 of Do-Over with my Ex

Fuck.

When I collapsed on the bed, the orgasm subsiding quickly, I couldn’t help but wish I had another chance with Celine to do this for me rather than me having to do it myself.

No one came close to Celine—finding another woman to get horizontal with wasn’t going to quench the desperate thirst I had for the one woman who always got away.

Finally, I rolled out of bed and walked cock-out to my en suite bathroom to shower and get ready for my flight back to LA.

Celine was there at the moment. I wished I knew where so I could look her up, but she hadn’t wanted me to contact her again. Celine was all about rules and boundaries. She liked to think that she was a rebel, a rule breaker, but the walls around her were so fucking high, it would take a hell of a man to scale them to get to her.

Good thing I was in tip-top shape and always ready to go the distance for her. If only I could find her to begin with.

5

CELINE

AnnaandIsteppedout of the black car, dressed to the nines in cocktail dresses and stiletto heels. I wore a black cocktail dress with heels bigger than most of the cocks in the room, and Anna looked professional in a beige pants-suit that complemented her fair skin and strawberry hair perfectly.

When I’d first met Anna, I’d been set on disliking her for the simple fact that she’d had Lorenzo on her arm. I’d decided she was bland and boring, nothing more than a shell who did what was needed.

The more I got to know her, the more I liked her. It sounded like life had screwed her one too many times—she worked her ass off, raised a baby boy alone, and took it all on with a smile.

It took a hell of a lot of strength to do that. A lot of my friends had kids, and I saw how tough it was for them—Ava dedicated all her time to being a mother, it had come to define her in many ways. They all had husbands to help them, and it was still such a time-suck. I didn’t know how Anna did it all alone, along with running her own event company.

The house where she’d organized the wine tasting was a beautiful property in Orange County, looking out over a private beach and the perfect blue water that could only be found in LA. The house had been built against a cliff, four stories laid out A-symmetrically, with the entrance and the living areas at the top of the house and staircases leading down to the more intimate rooms until the bedrooms were at the bottom with doors that led out to the beach.

It was the type of place I would get for myself if I were ever to live here.

The more time I spent in LA, the more it seemed like the place to be—Noah had come here for business, but he and Ava looked so happy. Maybe it was something to consider. Uprooting a life that didn’t have much meaning to it, like mine, couldn’t be that much of a big deal.

“This place is divine,” I said to the hostess.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile that didn’t create any kind of expression on her face. I was willing to bet everything I had she’d had Botox done in the last three days. “Please, make yourselves at home, take a glass, have something to eat. We’ll be starting soon.”

Anna and I nodded and walked to the bar area where wineglasses and champagne flutes were set out, with delicate finger foods made by a personal chef who busied himself in the state-of-the-art kitchen just off the bar.

“How do you put these events together with so much class?” I asked Anna.

She shrugged. “I guess I have a knack for it. I love working with the elite—they have so much money anything goes, and they have a taste for a certain flare which just comes naturally to me.”

I smiled at her. Anna really did look like she was fantastic at her job.

“I was really born to be a billionaire, you know,” Anna said.

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “I know this because of how good I am at spending money.”

I burst out laughing. Anna giggled along with me.

“Now just to make my billions.”

“You have the right mindset,” I said, still chuckling. “You’ll get there yet.”

“I hope so,” Anna said. “I just want to get to a place where I don’t have to be terrified every month that I won’t make ends meet.”

I didn’t know what it was like to not have more than enough money. I’d always had so much I could drown in it. I studied Anna. She was such a sweet person, focusing on others’ needs before her own. If anyone deserved a break and a good man to look after her, it was Anna.

Someone clinked a spoon against a glass, calling everyone to attention, and when I looked up, Lorenzo stood in the front of the room. He looked dashing in a white suit and a black silk shirt, the buttons undone dangerously low on his chest. He looked suave and delicious and I could just eat him up.