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particularly commanding tonight. The anticipation was making me crazy
with want.
    As he was walking toward me, his phone rang and I looked
down to see the name “Isabelle” displayed. I knew I shouldn't have looked, but
I couldn't help myself. Evan answered it immediately and sat across the room
from me. I grabbed an Elle Decor magazine out of my bag and started flipping
through it.
    “Hey, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. When did you
get back in town? I’ve missed you too.”
    Really? I’m sitting right here.
    “Ooooh. That sounds great. I can’t wait to see you,
gorgeous.”
    What the fuck!
    “Let’s get together Friday mid-morning. I have a commitment
through Thursday that I can’t get out of, but after that, I’m all yours or
actually you will be all mine.”
    Wow! Something lined up as soon as I leave for work.
Man-whore!
    “That’s perfect. You know there is no one like you. I have
big plans for us on Friday. Make sure you have plenty of energy. Yes, you will
definitely need it. We’ll be going at it non-stop, gorgeous.”
    Breathe. Don’t get emotional. Stay calm. He’s not yours.
He’s told you all along he doesn’t do relationships. He has plenty of women. He
only asked you to spend four more days with him. Make the most of them.
    Turning my attention back to his conversation, I wished I
wouldn’t have as I heard the next words that came out of his mouth.
    “Yes, the weekend. A getaway is what we need. Cocktails on
Saturday night and the rest of the weekend indulging in playtime. You know me
best. You’re right. Some things never change.”
    Okay. That’s it. I can’t handle anymore. He really is an
arrogant asshole.
    I tossed the magazine back in my bag, down the whole glass
of wine in one gulp, got off the couch, walked to the kitchen, poured another
glass of wine and headed for his bathroom. I needed to stop the flood of angry
tears and the thought of throwing up if I heard another word of his
conversation with his next hook up.
    I’m not sure how long I had been in the bathroom when I
heard a knock on the door.
    “Bébé, you ok?”
    Don’t “bébé” me, Mr. Asshole Playboy!
    “Yes. Just freshening up. Be out in a second.”
    Pull yourself together. You have four days to give him
something to miss.
    I washed my face, took my hair down, added a little shimmer
to my lips and walked back into the living room having changed into short
lounge pants along with a tight t-shirt minus a bra.
    “Mmmm. Time to make you come, bébé.” He was on me before I
could reach the couch. I was stiff in his arms, I was trying to relax and
forget his conversation, but I was finding it difficult.
    Pushing away from him, I moved to the other end of the
couch. Looking up at the ceiling as I was thinking back on Evan's phone
conversation, I wondered about the woman on the other end of the phone. Their
exchange seemed so familiar, like a relationship, yet he said he never had
relationships. Was she just a friend or was she someone he didn't want to tell
me about? One minute I had high hopes for this affair and the next they were
dashed. I could handle not knowing some things about him, but I wanted to know
if he was telling me the truth about past relationships.
    “I was wondering if there has ever been anyone special in
your life. Someone you thought about having a relationship with?”
    He looked at me with a faraway look and hesitated before
answering. “Maybe one.” He was definitely thinking of someone. The look in his
eyes was intense. They were dazzling. The blue had turned a mesmerizing shade,
more breathtaking than I had ever seen when peering into his gorgeous face.
Suddenly, I felt extremely jealous. Whoever this woman was, by the look on his
face, she obviously held a special place in his heart. I hoped it wasn't
“Isabelle.”
    “What made her so memorable?” I asked, not actually wanting
to know.
    Biting his lip, he let out a little laugh. “She left me.”
    “I take it no one