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like it was the answer to the ills of the world, like it was gold dung. He could think of a more appropriate, four-letter word that would pretty much sum up everything without involving some convoluted, fucked up emotional mumbo-jumbo. Lovers swore undying love all the time, only to find out they made the biggest mistake in their lives. Funny how they don’t learn and say the same old shit next time.
    His train of thought was cut short when his phone went off.
    It was his CFO calling, asking for his verdict on the report that was submitted. The same report that he threw across his desk earlier.
    “I’m still running through it. I’ll crunch these numbers with you tomorrow,” he found himself saying before cutting the call short.
    Irritated, he went back to his desk and sat on his chair. He picked up the valuation and tried to read it again. Same thing. Nothing registered. For the first time since he began his business venture, he found work unappealing.
    This was bad.
    It had to stop one way or another.
    Maybe he just needed to get fucking laid.
    He went through the contact list of his phone, picked a name and dialed a number.
    A heavily-accented female voice answered, didn’t even mask her obvious excitement.
    She made it all too easy for me, he thought cynically.
    “Dinner?” he asked lazily, already anticipating her concurrence.
    He would get distracted tonight.
    Abstinence made the heart wander. Substitute heart with brains, since according to one particular chit, he lacked that part in his anatomy.
    Fuck you, brain. Don’t think about her.
     
     
    All is well. He is just a man. All is well. He is just a man.
    Jordana chanted this like a broken record inside her head as she lay on her own bed at her once-again-occupied house.
    She didn’t feel like getting up for work but she had to. Her bedside clock said it was only five in the morning, three hours away from the scheduled Victoria’s Secret runway show fitting. She closed her eyes, savoring the remaining minutes of solitude before she hit the daily grind.
    At least there were no more paparazzi at her door, a small consolation. She had to thank a US Senator for that. Well, not exactly the honorable senator but the picture of his dong which he accidentally tweeted to his constituents. The papz went wild, not over the size of the man’s appendage, but at the caption of the pic. Seemed the ultra conservative politician couldn’t wait to put his dick inside his new mistress, who happened to be his kids’ nanny.
    Dong-a-gate, as the tabloid media christened the latest twitter hoolabaloo finally got the pesky papz off her back. Or maybe they realized she wasn’t worth their efforts…especially now that Lonzo was seen dating women left and right. A baroness, a French actress, a prima ballerina. His social calendar had been busy of late, according to the papers.
    She told herself she felt nothing at seeing pictures of him and his latest conquest splashed on the pages of rags. She knew it could take a long time before she could even utter his name on her lips.
    In the light of the day, it was easier to remind herself. What she dreaded were the nights, where she had no control of her dreams—where he would hold her tenderly one moment and push her carelessly the next.
    Damn the man! She mentally cursed. Willing away his memory was harder than she had expected it to be. Because everything she saw, smelled, touched and tasted reminded her of their time at the island.
    Where he broke her heart.
    She blinked away the sudden tears that threatened to fall. It took her several seconds before she was able to push him from her mind. She sat at the edge of the bed and stared out of the nearest window, playing the past events in her head dispassionately.
    She was able to hide her heartbreak from Leandro when he personally picked her up from the airport that day. He did try to pry her with questions but she wouldn’t budge and evaded his relentless interrogation.
    She