Flesh: Part Ten (The Flesh Series Book 10) (5 page)

I shut down my
computer, grab my purse, and trudge out to my car. By the time I've
pulled out of the parking lot of Environ Design, tears are streaming
down my face. It feels like meeting Lucian completely screwed up my
entire life. He turned me on to pleasures that I never knew I could
crave, then strung me along emotionally. Not only that, but he's
wrecked my relationship with one of my best friends and has done
things that could potentially threaten my job security. He's a
monster. A beautiful, horrible monster.

It takes the entire
rest of the evening for my sense of loss to melt into bitterness. The
veil that Lucian pulled over my eyes is slowly being rolled away. My
emotions were skewed with hope, hope that everything he said and did
was sincere. That he meant it when he wanted me to belong to him—when
he got jealous over Derrick. That his confession about all of the
loss in his life was him opening up to me because he was actually
interested in sharing a deeper part of himself, one that transcended
his seemingly never ending lust.

It was all an act.
An act to keep me hooked on him until he got his fill of me. His
interest in me has obviously expired. No decent man would go an
entire week without contacting a woman whom he has romantic feelings
for.

It eats at me that
he's left me hanging. There's no closure to anything. Not to what was
going on between us. Not to his contract.

Never in the history
of my working with Environ Design has a client gone a full week
without contacting us unless we already knew that their project was
going to be delayed for a specified amount of time. It's bad business
for Lucian not to call the company if he's planning on canceling his
contract. It's equally bad business not to let us know why everything
is being so delayed.

Bitterness turns to
anger. Never before has a man disrespected me to this degree. The
passive part of me says to let it go, but the pissed off part of me
is hungry to let Lucian know exactly what he's done to me. Not that I
think he doesn't know. I'm probably the thousandth woman he's played
like this. Guys like him have no conscience. They don't care that
they leave bleeding hearts in their wake, that they irreparably scar
women and make it hard for them to trust any man again.

I should go to his
house and wait for him. Knock on his door and demand for him to
explain himself. I'm not sure what he'd do though. If he's truly done
with me, then he might not even open the door. It would fall in line
with his pattern of avoidance.

I could go to his
practice. All it would take is a quick Google search to have the
address. There's no way to time that right though. If I show up and
he's doing surgery on a patient, then I might have to wait forever to
see him. He's certainly not worth that much of my time. Not anymore.

There's no winning
for me—no way for me to engage him that he won't be able to
avoid. And then I remember what Janice said about going to Flesh.
About using a fake name to get to him so that I could see if he's
sleeping with other women. The thought makes my skin crawl. Meeting
him on his turf. I don't see any other way around it though.

I'm going to have to
go back to Flesh.

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