Flesh: Part Eleven (The Flesh Series Book 11) - Plot & Excerpts
It's impossible to keep the disdain from my voice. Hopefully, the guy who mans the telephone will just think that I'm having a bad day. I am having a bad day. A bad day. A bad week. A bad month. A bad everything. Ever since I met Lucian Reddick. “Sir Lucian,” the man parrots absentmindedly as if he's busy doing something. I can hear him clicking on a keyboard. A few minutes later, he speaks again. “Sir Lucian appears to be completely booked up this Saturday.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. Completely booked up. That means he is fucking other women. He's been fucking other women this entire time. “How about Sunday?” I sigh, my stress building with every second spent on the phone as I think about how I've been played. “You got lucky.” The man's voice perks. “He has one opening left.” “Pencil me in. I don't care what time.” “Name?” “Mary Smith,” I read the name from a post-it note in front of me. It's a generic name, one that would bring up a billion results on a Google or Facebook search, not that I think anyone will actually take the time to research it.
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