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January 3 - January 8, 2025
You nailed it, you sly bastard, you.
Once this thing goes south—and it will absolutely go south—I wonder if it’s rude of me to ask who her dentist is.
“You’re thinking that I’m just another bimbo, right?” Lydia has tilted her head to the side and gazes at me with hooded eyes. “I can tell you’re not,” I lie.
Lying straight through his damned teeth alright
And I’m confident, but like…come on.
“Jesus Christ,” she exclaims, her eyes wide. “Jesus is on Radar?” I deadpan. “Well that’s interesting. I admit, I’ve never really wanted to date a Christian guy, but I could make exceptions for the son of god.”
“Look, maybe he doesn’t even use the app anymore. He’s probably drowning in so much pussy that he doesn’t have time to—holy Minaj, he winked back at you.”
About time.
In my post-nut clarity, the only thing I realize is that if Corinne Tyler doesn’t message me back, I’m going to lose my mind.
But the thing that doesn’t make sense is, how could she possibly know that I’ve had a thing for her since high school?
First message: That was fast.
Second message: Next glass is on me.
“I’m throwing a Halloween party. I do it every year. I want you to be there.”
I’m close enough to smell her perfume now. She’s intoxicating. I wonder where she applies it. If I were to hold her wrist to my nose, would it be even more potent? What about her neck? What about that dip between her breasts?
“And what if I winked at you because I was glad that you winked at me?”
“I winked at you so that I could do this.” I close the space between our mouths and press my lips to hers.
“No,” I object, catching her wrist. “No, Corinne. Don’t ever cover those in front of me.” I put my hand on her chin and pull her towards me so I can kiss her lips. “You’re perfect, you know that?” I’m kissing her hard like I’m afraid she’ll leave if I stop. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
If someone had told me that the greatest night of my life would be the night that I sucked Corinne Tyler’s breasts in public on a rainy Thursday in New York, I would have thought they were insane.
Then she places her forehead against mine and says, “About time.”
“Corinne, you’ve always been my girl,” he replies without hesitation. “It’s just taken you a while to accept it.”
“It terrifies me that you can make me feel so good when deep down, I just want to clock you in that perfect, handsome face of yours.”
That’s one of the symptoms of a public rivalry—when everyone around you knows it’s there, they pick sides.
“Do me a favor and give it seven minutes before you do anything.”
it. According to the map that he has open, whatever he’s tracking is now four minutes away from us.
Just when I realize that Walsh is tracking Gray’s location, Gray walks into the Yale Club and he immediately zeroes in on me.
“Gray, I hope you get over yourself soon. For everyone’s sake.” “Unlikely,” Gray answers flippantly.
“Are you sure? Because I mean it. I’ll get you anything you want, Corinne.”
I open up FaceTime on my personal laptop and conclude that I have two options: call Gray right now or ignore his request. If I call him, there’s a 1% chance I’ll have a bad orgasm and a 99% percent chance of a mind-blowing one that can fully make up for the one I was robbed of earlier this evening. If I don’t call him, there’s a 100% chance of no orgasm at all—or at least one that doesn’t involve Gray. Now, if I do call Gray, regardless of the quality of the orgasm, there’s a 50/50 chance that he’s going to break my heart. If I don’t call Gray, there’s a 100% chance he won’t break my heart. So
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Last week when I was at your place, I noticed that you had a clear view of the building across the way.”
“I want you to make yourself come in front of it.”
“Sorry,” I murmur. “I was just…what if someone sees?” “Then they can enjoy the show,” he answers. He leans back in his chair. “Of course, I’m plenty happy to have you all to myself if you prefer that.”
“You want to know my kink?” he asks as I begin to tweak my nipples. He’s stroking himself shamelessly now. I nod. “Nipples,” he says with a slight pant as he masturbates. “God, I will do ridiculous things to worship a perfect pair of tits like yours. From now on, nobody touches those tits but me.”
And, in what may be the most unexpected surprise of my life so far, I discover that Gray Davenport has a cock piercing.
At this point, if I don’t sleep I’m going to keel over. “Sure,” I lie. “Before you go though, tell me. Do you hate me any less?” “Yes. But we both know that I’m never going to admit just how much less.”
My career is not my own, my education is not my own—even my name isn’t my own. I’m Gregory William Davenport VI.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he puts a hand on each of my thighs and buries his head in my lap. “I’m just incredibly sorry about this.” “What are you doing?” I demand, staring down at the back of his head.
“To be honest, I have no fucking clue, but I just wanted to hold you and felt like you might slap me if I went in for a regular hug.”
“First of all, if you do actually want this job because it would be good for your career, game on. Go for it. Secondly, regardless of what you do, I absolutely don’t need you to tell Chip to give me this job. And third,” I say, gripping his necktie and pulling him towards me, “you look so good in that suit that I can’t even remember why I was so mad at you.”
Gray gives me one of those smirks. “Anything you want, Corinne,” he promises. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Corinne, are you telling me that you had twenty-four years to start dating a billionaire and you never did it? Are you on something?” I don’t even know where to begin. Once again, I look up at Gray, who simply says to me, “Yeah, Corinne. You had twenty-four years to date me and you never did it?”
After they hug, Melanie looks over at me, raises both eyebrows and whispers, “Oh my god, how does he smell so good?” “Girl, I don’t fucking know,” I admit.
The hottest one is maybe Jeff Bezos, but god that head is shiny…”
“When I got back from England I got the piercing because I wanted to feel good. I wanted to fuck and make other people feel good. I wanted something in my life that people wouldn’t expect, something that would probably terrify my father if he knew.”
“Corinne, I don’t mean to screw this up, but I think I love you.” Corinne kisses me, doing just enough to keep me from regretting saying something like that to her so soon. “Gray, you know that you do.”
“No,” I object. “Here’s the thing, Corinne. I get what I want. I always do. That might make me entitled and spoiled and selfish—whatever. I get what I want, and right now, I want you. Only you. Fuck the paychecks, fuck Morgan Stanley. If they’re standing in the way of what I want, they have to go.”
Of course, I have no control over my father, but I’ll certainly never be the one to force a man away from the person he loves in the middle of the night.
“I just want be with Corinne,” I finally admit. Peter is silent for a few seconds before he says, “Sorry, but who the hell is Corinne?” “Corinne Tyler.” I can practically hear Peter racking his brain. “Oh,” he murmurs. “Isn’t she…oh. OH.”
I think I’m Gray Davenport’s girlfriend.
While I lack irrefutable evidence to prove this theory, I do have a lengthy list of indicators that imply that I’m his girlfriend. Exhibit A: He introduced me to the doorman at his apartment and told him that he would be seeing more of me from now on. Exhibit B: I noticed that he bought (or more likely, someone bought it for him) the exact brand of coffee creamer that I get at Whole Foods and now keeps it in his fridge. Exhibit C: On the nights when we’re not having toe-curling, scream-at-the-ceiling, text-your-best-friend-from-the-bathroom, delete-all-your-past-hookups’-phone-numbers sex, we
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Yes, Gray. You are the only man who has been able to scratch my lifelong, seemingly unattainable itch to fuck Batman.
It stands to reason then, that Walsh is one of the few people who recognizes just how lonely Gray really is. Gray hides it so well that I honestly didn’t even realize it until I was naked, in his bed, and riding the high of a truly magnificent orgasm. Gray continues to be a mystery to me, one that I realize few people have ever had the opportunity to comprehend.
