I smoke it out to the country club as fast as I can. As I roll up to my private area, I see a couple of caddies get up and come running, even at this time of night.

There’s some kind of function going on in the main rooms, and I know they keep the place fully staffed for rich pricks just like me.

I wave a hand at the caddies and push into my rooms.

I’m not in the mood for that shit. I grab my pack and my whiskey and set off in a golf cart.

I push the little beast far out on to the course, where it’s nice, quiet, and dark.

I throw my clubs on the ground and tip back the bottle, gulping down a good measure before I can even think.

I bend over, gripping my knees.

Who the fuck is she? This hot cunt, thinking she can speak to me like that? What makes her so special, so smart?

I put the bottle down carefully and thrash the fuck out of my golf bag before I can actually get the clubs out.

This is what you have caddies for. I set up a few balls, grab a nice heavy iron, and swing the shit out of it. After hitting the balls, I whip the grass a bit, bending the iron.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell out loud.

This night is fucked. Everything is fucked.

I didn’t know there were women in the world like Kat.

It’s not something I ever thought about.

Surrounded by sharks and bimbos, I made the only defense I could.

Be the bad boy, fuck the shit out of them, and never look back.

Simple. Everything in life was just fucking simple.

I sit down on the grass, leaning my back and head against it as I tip the whiskey back again.

I know what makes Kat think she’s special, and smart.

Because she fucking is—that’s why. She knows it.

She’s fully aware of her self worth.

She can speak to me like that because I’m a womanizing cunt with a reputation as long as my rock-hard cock. I don’t know why I ever thought anything could happen.

I just took one look at her and thought, well, here I am with my cock in my hand…or in a bow, whatever, and there’s a foxy bit of woman in a sexy thin shift—and why the fuck not?

How could I have not known the difference between banging girls and making love with a woman?

I honestly thought making love was messed up bullshit in movies or something. No one alive ever actually did it.

But now, I can’t stop thinking about that velvet skin under my hands. The way she swallowed my cock—not just playing with it or sticking the head between her lips, but really getting it down her throat.

The way her eyes roll back with pleasure as she’s doing it.

I want her. I want her so bad I’d be happy to just sit next to her and hear her talk…with a great big raging boner, of course.

But if she never wanted to fuck me again, I’d take that sweet scent and throaty voice over nothing at all.

I run through a list of casual bimbos in my mind.

Sluts I can bang any way I please to take out my frustration.

No feelings, no love—just bare ass fucking.

My cock doesn’t even twitch. It refuses to rise.

But if I run Kat’s gold eyes through my head, it instantly stiffens up.

There’s a faint sound of crunching grass, and I jump up, swinging my poor bent club.

Might as well be my fucking cock for all the use it is.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

“What the fuck, Sarah? How did you find me?”

“This is where you always go. In the rough of the ninth…Didn’t you realize? This is where you came that day you struck out on the Anderson account.”

I have to laugh as I sit back down and swig the whiskey. “Yeah, that was a cool five million in the dust.”

“You had to fuck the daughter, didn’t you?”

“Sarah! I told you before—she tied me to the bed. For fuck’s sake. You expect me to not get hard when she jumps on me?”

“Alright. I didn’t come here for disgusting details which are likely untrue.”

I leave that the fuck alone and take another swallow.

Sarah sighs.

“Look, Will. I’ve been looking for you all day. I spoke to Kat today and…well, I don’t know. I kind of felt bad about it. Something was off.”

“She mentioned it.”

“Oh, you spoke to her?”

I gulp down more whiskey.

“If yelling counts as speaking, then yes.”

“Oh, Will. What the fuck now? Is she going to leave the firm? I don’t—”

“Will you shut the good goddamn fuck up about the company?” I yell.

I come up, flinging the bottle down in a rage.

“As if I have ever gave a fuck about that! You care more about the company than you do about me, and you always have! I’m here fucking hurting, you bitch, because…because I…”

“Holy fucking shit, Will.”

Sarah is standing a few feet away, and she’s brought her arms around herself, as if she’s cold.

“You love her.”

“No, I don’t. I…I don’t know what I fucking feel.”

I put my head down.

Take a deep breath.

I want to feel Sarah’s arms go around me. I want her to pull me close.

“I’m so sorry, Will. I wanted something like this to happen, but I didn’t think you actually had it in you. I was trying to scare her off today, because I thought by now, you would have found a new fuck toy. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. But I’ll tell you what.”

She takes a step back, and her grin is kind of like the one she used to wear when we broke into Dad’s liquor cabinet as kids.

“If you’re in love, I can’t be happier for you. She’s a great girl. The two of you make an awesome team.”

“So what the fuck do I do now?”

“Go to her, you fucking idiot! And don’t be a jerk! Tell her how you feel!”

“It’s that simple?” I question.

I want to believe it.

Sarah grins. “It’s just that simple. Honestly.”