Chapter 3 Can't stop thinking about Denver

ANASTASIA

If it was so easy to wipe my memories of last night, I will do it again.

I got heartbroken by his son and got dumbstruck, frozen, and my thighs shamelessly clenched by him. I can't stop thinking about his whole expression yesterday and the way he watched me look at his body curves and the huge thing he has in between his legs.

I was fucking daring; I knew it. Maybe it was the pain, but strangely, I still do not regret saying those words to him, even though he thinks I've gotten mad.

Karina is beside me, sitting around a table where we get all sorts of coffee and stuff. She has been talking for over thirty minutes, and I haven't really heard a single thing she has been saying.

I nod, and, uh, so she doesn't get pissed for letting her talk go to waste. Talking is one of the major things we don't have in common. I'm reserved and a good listener, but Karina is the opposite of that.

I knew she had been talking about Bennett, but I really didn't get a thing from what she said because my mind has been clouded and foggy with Sir Denver's thoughts.

It should be daring of me to even think of fantasizing about Denver Harper. One of the richest men in New York City has the biggest law firm you will ever find. He is filthy rich, but he is the type never to show it off.

He talks to people normally because he believes everyone has value and no one should be looked down on. And aside from his personal principles about humans, he is not easily accessible and hard to approach because of his body and physique and his no-nonsense personality.

Everything about him is manly; even the way he walks is unique. He basically just strides; he doesn't just walk. He always does it with some sort of purpose. His movements are purposeful, bold, and so damn masculine.

Muscles. I saw everything yesterday-his chest, abdomen, biceps, or strong thighs.

His put-together looks make people think he is hard and tenacious, so they keep off like humans, staying out of the wild dog zone.

After what I saw yesterday, I've quit dreaming about teenage boys and jocks. I've seen grown-up beauty that only comes with a lot of physical activity and age.

I've seen his cut abdomen and bulging muscles. I've seen his quick reflexes, and unfortunately for me, nothing can top that anymore.

"Can you hear me, Anastasia?" She calls for the second time as she waves her fingers in my face.

"Uhm, yeah. I didn't quite get what you said last." I blink, returning to my chocolate milkshake, an unhealthy obsession I've always had since I was a kid at the orphanage home.

I have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate in general, especially chocolate milkshakes. I thought I would grow over it, but it never happened, even though I stopped residing at the orphanage home and got to stay alone.

I do freelance gigs to get my bills sorted out, and I'm quite good at it because I saw myself all through law school, and in a few weeks I will be going for my internship.

"Which of the "last" you didn't hear?" She rolls her amber eyes in sarcasm as she sips a tiny portion of her cappuccino.

"Uhm, none." I bite the button on my lips, waiting for her wrath, but a quick smile breaks through her lips.

"I knew it. You were never paying attention because you couldn't get over that stupid boy. As per what I said, you need to get closure, and you can only do that once you've had a proper conversation with him." She stares closely at my beige eyes.

"And the last?" I demand as she relaxes back in her chair and throws her blonde hair back.

"Oh, that. I was talking about the internship, basically the list of students who should be accepted at Denver & Drake Law Firm." My mouth opens in an O curve as I recall that I applied for internship training a month ago.

Literally, I applied to two different law firms, and the Denver & Drake Law firm is the first. I doubted I was good enough to be a candidate, but either way, I did try my best and applied.

"Did they announce a release date for that already?" I narrow my eyes at her, sipping my milkshake slowly.

"Of course. They said, Probably in a week, we should know students who are qualified." She breathes nervously. Karina also applied to the Denver & Drake law firm and is hoping she gets qualified as well.

"Well, that's enough discussion for today. I will need to leave now; I need to do a school run." She throws her legs back on the floor and grabs her back.

"See you tomorrow, and make sure you contact that asshole again and get your fucking closure." She perks me on the cheek, and I return the favor.

After she left, I gave it a second thought. I really won't have my closure if I don't speak to Bennett.

I know he fooled me yesterday, but I can try to reach out to him again. Maybe this time I can really speak to him, and I don't even need to see him anymore.

I take out my phone from my bag and dial his number. I thought about calling him, but I have to move on. I have to get through to him.

The phone rang for a second, and I let out a quick sigh as he picked up. "Hey, Bennett?" I call out, but I don't hear his voice.

I heard something else.

Wait. "Oh sh*t. Oh shit. Harder Bennett, I want you to go faster in that fucking pussycat of mine." A damn female moan!

I clenched my phone and ended the call immediately. Did he just make me hear that he's fucking some other girl?

My heart bleeds as I clench my phone harder. I'm in public, and I can't start crying; it will be a disaster.

We've not even broken up yet, and he's fucking cheating on me already. I relax back in my seat, trying to get my milkshake to calm me down, but the glass shatters to the ground.

It spilled my chocolate milkshake all over the floor. It had never happened. My milkshake has never been wasted.

I lost my air, and now I'm losing control of my body because I'm shaking beyond control.

Bennett must really take me for a fool. My world tilts off its axis and splinters into bloody pieces as I let out a low, painful cry.