CRAVED (By the Alpha Billionaire #1)

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Author: Rossi St. James
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since high school because you loved them once and they remind you of happier times, so you hold on to them even if they no longer look good on you or they went out of style years ago. That was Luke for me. And maybe it wasn’t even love I felt anymore, but a sort of contented nostalgia that I confused for love.
    I called him to make sure he wasn’t at our apartment.
    “Maisie.” He answered in the middle of the first ring.
    “I need to know if you’re gone,” I said. “I’m coming home. I don’t want to see you. Or her.”
    “Did you get my text?” he asked. His voice was all groggy and early morning. I used to think it was cute. Now it annoyed me.
    “I did.”
    “And?”
    “What about it?”
    “Do you accept my apology?”
    I scoffed. “For fucking my stepsister?!”
    “For messing up. Maisie, I’m not perfect. Neither are you.”
    “Yeah, but I never cheated on you.” I crossed my free arm across my waist, silently debating on whether or not to hang up with him. We’d fought before and our fights could go on for days. “Not once, Luke.”
    “Sara’s the only…mistake I’ve made since we’ve been together,” he insisted. “I swear to you, Maisie. You’re my first love. You’re my everything. I’m going to marry you someday.”
    He’d been saying that for years. In fact, he’d said it so much it stopped losing its potency a long time ago.
    “I’m not marrying you, Luke,” I said, hanging my head back and staring up into the cloudless, blue sky. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Businessman exiting the lobby with his rolling suitcase behind him. Dressed in gray slacks and a navy blue sweater with a navy check shirt underneath and blacked out Warby Parker sunglasses, my heart skipped a beat. I quickly looked away and prayed he didn’t see me checking him out. “I need to know. Are you home or are you gone?”
    Sawyer rolled up next to me. Evidently it wasn’t enough that our rooms were adjoining, our cars were also next to one another. I turned my back to him.
    “I’m here, baby,” Luke said, ignoring everything I’d just said. “Waiting for you. I’m going to make this up to you. I swear.”
    “No,” I groaned. “You can’t. I don’t want you to. I just want you gone. Let’s go our separate ways. This was only a matter of time.”
    “What are you saying?”
    I thought about how Luke and I hadn’t been intimate in months. Perhaps it was partly due to the fact that he was getting some on the side from Sara, and partly because I was losing my urge to want to get buck wild and naked with him like we did when we were first falling in love. A girl can only have so many orgasm-less sex sessions before she loses her urge to get freaky. The vibrator tucked in the back of my nightstand drawer got more action than Luke in the last year.
    “I don’t think either one of us were truly happy,” I said, keeping my voice hushed. “This is probably for the best. Just, please, pack your bags. I’ll give you two hours. When I come home, I want it to look like you never existed.”
    Luke began to argue, but his words meant nothing. The second I opened my mouth to speak again, I felt the phone being pulled away from my ear.
    “Listen, pencil dick, she wants you gone.” I turned around to see Sawyer talking on my phone to my ex-boyfriend.
    “What are you doing?” I reached for my phone, but Sawyer stepped out of my reach.
    “Who am I? I’m the guy who spent all night long fucking the shit out of your sweet Maisie,” he said into the receiver. “God, her lips were fucking fantastic around my dick.”
    My throat swelled and my face flushed.
    “And when she was done sucking my cock,” he said. “I fucked her from behind and came all over her back. And when it was all over, she begged for more. I made her forget your name, jackass. Come to think of it, I think I made her forget hers too.”
    He ended the call, handed my phone back to me and climbed into his car. I walked over to

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