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and says, “You sure you don’t wanna go anywhere? I could take you for a drink or something.”
    “I don’t drink.”
    “There’s always the ‘or something…’”
    Go ahead. Say it. Doubt it. Question that there really are women out there who throw themselves at me like this, but you’ve been around long enough to know I’m not full of shit about this. Get that lack of faith in me out of your eyes. I’m not going anywhere with her. Do I look stupid to you? You know what? Nevermind.
    “Have a goodnight, LC,” I mutter before climbing out of the car and shutting the door behind me.
    Without looking back, I swipe my key card into the building and use the stairs to jog up to the third floor. I pull my keys out of my pocket and put them in the lock as the door across the hall opens.
    “Unbreakable,” a feminine voice calls and I glance over my shoulder seeing my neighbor, Crissy, in her gym shorts and sports bra.
    Women tend to wear less clothes in California. Walking temptations for any guy other than me. There’s only one woman I want right now, and she’s what feels like a million miles away. Most likely licking frosting off her fingers from a cupcake. I want her to lick me like fucking frosting.
    “Evening, Crissy.”
    She leans against the doorframe, which is when two more blondes appear over her shoulder in similar outfits turning the sight into an ad from a Playboy Magazine.
    I swear to God they look like something Hef misplaced.
    “We’re making margaritas and we’re gonna watch Blood Thirsty on Netflix…wanna join us?”
    Do I wanna watch three porn star babes drink liquor and jump into my lap when they get scared from the poorly shot horror film? Once upon a time, the answer would have been a simple ‘of course’ before turning around and letting myself enjoy an orgy. What do you mean four is not an orgy? Whatever. Close enough. And before you ask. Yes. Yes I have.
    “I think I’m just gonna crash early.”
    “Aw…” The three pout in unison.
    Unbelievable.
    “But who’s gonna protect us from the really scary parts?” the one with the purple sports bra and big brown eyes questions, raising a finger to her lips to look innocent.
    Is it crazy that like six months ago I wouldn’t have given this a second thought, and now the idea of being anywhere close to them makes me feel like gagging. What is wrong with me? What do you mean that’s what real love is like? You…you stop reading those chick books. You’re getting extra girly on me.
    “Have a good night, ladies,” I chuckle, twist the knob, and let myself into my small one bedroom apartment.
    Tossing the keys on the bar kitchen counter, I drop my gym bag, and kick off my shoes right at the door. Slowly, I stroll past the dark living room and down the small hall to my room knowing I should shower off, but not wanting risk waking Maxx up in the middle of the night again.
    This whole fucking time zone thing sucks. Between that, her work schedule, and my workout schedule, I barely speak to her for more than thirty minutes total a day. Do you have any idea what kinda fucking nightmare this is? It’s like quitting a drug cold turkey. And there’s no reason I should have to fucking quit her. We just started dating and instead of spending more time together we spend less. Does that make any goddamn sense to you?
    I flop down on the edge of the mattress and attempt to video call her.
    Hasn’t worked yet, but here’s to fucking hoping.
    Suddenly, Maxx’s face appears on my screen. She’s leaning over the camera, wet hair stuck to her face and wrapped in a white towel. My dick pops up before I even have a chance to process the sight.
    “Logan…” she coos my name on a happy sigh.
    God, that’s fucking good to hear.
    “Maximus.” I reply back, my eyes attempting to look down her towel.
    What do you want from me? Her tits are right there and soaking wet like some sort of fantasy reward for being a good boy all day. I feel I should be