“Good. Hey, Harvey asked me to see if you’re going to that party on campus tomorrow night.”
“Oh God,” I frown. “You tell Harvey, for the fifteenth time, even if I am going, I am not into him. He’s way too young for me.”
Brandon chuckles. “I keep telling him that.” He bumps me with his shoulder. “He’s hoping you will change your mind. He wants to be your boy toy.”
I laugh out loud. “Yeah, well, that’s not happening.”
“What are you doing for dinner tonight? Do you want to grab something with me and Lara?” Lara is our other friend. She’s lovely, too.
I feel like shit because I hardly slept a wink in that Escape apartment last night. “No, I’ve got an assignment to do, but thanks, anyway. You guys have fun.”
“Do you want us to bring you something back?”
“Maybe,” I frown. “Text me from wherever you go.”
“Okay. Oh, and word on the street is that there’s an afterparty to the party in Penelope’s room tomorrow night.”
I exhale heavily. “Great.” I sigh.
“Do you want to sleep on the floor in mine or Lara’s room again?”
“No, it’s okay. I might be going away for the weekend.”
“Really? Where to?”
“A friend of mine is over here. I’m thinking of catching up with her.” That’s an appalling lie, but I’m thinking of taking a mini break out of London for the weekend. I do have a little extra cash injection now, and maybe I could find somewhere dirt cheap. Anything is better than sleeping next door to the Rave Cave when it’s in full swing.
“Okay, I’ll text you tonight with the menu of wherever we end up eating,” Brandon says before he turns off toward his next tutorial.
A weekend away. That’s not actually a bad idea. Yeah, I could go away by myself.
I smile as I walk up the corridor, hmm…. where, exactly, could I go?
Sebastian
I bring the club back and hit the ball with force. It whistles through the air.
“Nice shot,” Spencer coos.
“Your game is on point today, Garcia,” Julian says as he retrieves his golf club from his bag.
I watch the ball bounce and then land on the green. “It’s always on point. What are you talking about, Masters?”
Spencer chuckles as he brings the ball toward him on the ground with the back of his club. Golf on a Sunday is one of my favorite pastimes.
We watch Spencer hit the ball with force, and it hooks at the end and bounces over the net, out onto the road.
“Fuck it!” he cries out. “Why the hell am I playing so bad?” He pretends to snap his club over his knee. “I know. I’m overfucked and underpaid, that’s why.”
We chuckle.
Spencer being overfucked is something we never thought we’d hear. He’s a deviant from way back.
We put our clubs into the back of the golf cart and climb in. I get behind the wheel and pull out onto the gravel road to take us to the next hole.
“Hey, I got a very interesting job offer this morning,” I tell them. “
“Such as?” Julian asks.
You know how I‘ve been helping with the planning of the roads on the eastern distributor for government?”
“Yeah,” they both say.
“They’ve offered me a position on cabinet.”
“You. A politician?” Spencer gasps. “You fucking hate politicians.”
“I know.” I pull into the next hole and park the buggy. “I’m not taking it, of course.”
“What’s the position?” Masters asks.
“Minister of Planning and Development.”
Masters frowns. “Wouldn’t be a bad gig. What’s the coin?”
“Decent, although I make more now.” I take the club from my bag and line up my shot.
“Could you do both?” he asks.
“I don’t know.” I slice the ball, and it flies off into the distance. “Fuck… I’m getting good at this game.”
“Please,” Spencer scoffs. “I can beat you with my hands tied behind my back.”
“Okay, let’s see it,” Masters replies flatly. “You’re all fucking talk, Spence.”
I chuckle as Masters lines up his shot.
“I’d look into taking both jobs. It could be great for the CV. Town Planner and all that,” Masters says as he hits his shot. It bounces low, hits a tree and flies back toward us.
“You’re completely shit,” I smirk.
“Get fucked,” he snaps as he puts his club back in the bag. “Unlucky.”
“Sebastian Garcia, the politician,” Spencer teases just as he strikes the ball.
“Has a ring to it,” Masters smirks.
I roll my eyes. “I’m not taking it.”
We get back into the golf buggy. “Hey, you still drinking shit coffee from that hot chick across town?” Spencer asks.
I grip the steering wheel tightly. “No.”
Spencer's eyes fly to me. “Why not?”
I shrug. “Lost interest.”
The last thing I need is a lecture from these two. Ever since I found my wife in bed with our gardener, they’ve become a tad overprotective, and I am not in the mood to talk about the headfuck of a week I’ve had.
Least of all her.
I pull the cart up to the next hole.
“Bree wants to set you up with her friend,” Masters says as he climbs out. “Apparently, she’s smoking hot.”
“I’m not going on a blind fucking date, Masters.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t want or need a woman. Been there, done that. Not fucking doing it again.” I climb out of the buggy.
“You still horny or what?”
“Problem has been eradicated,” I say, lining up my ball.
“Tell me you went to the Escape Club?” Spencer sighs dreamily.
Masters and I chuckle. Spencer is living vicariously through me now that he’s settled down.
“Fuck. I love that place,” he snaps.
“May have.” I hit the ball with force, and it slices through the air.
“That’s the only thing I miss about being single, you know? The thrill of that Escape Club. Bidding on the girls, waiting for them to choose me.” He narrows his eyes as he stares off into the distance. “It’s like the ultimate gaming and shopping experience. Those were good times, man.”
Masters chuckles. “And then you went and fell in love and ruined it all.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t change it. Charlotte is it for me, but, you know…” He lines up his shot. “Hot gorgeous women just waiting to please you. No strings, no demands. It is the ultimate fantasy.”
Masters smirks. “I have to agree.”
I clench my jaw when I get a vision of April… Cartier… whatever her fucking name is.
The way she looked at me when she came. I feel my cock twinge in appreciation.
Fuck.
I throw my club into my golf bag with force. I don’t want to think about her. I won’t think about her.
She pisses me off.