“And there he was, raining cum all over everyone.” I place my glass on the small table in front of me, fold my legs and smooth out the front of my dress. Grinning, I enjoy the look of pure amusement on Ashley, Tess, and Daphne’s faces. If there’s anyone capable of appreciating the utter madness of the male species, it’s gotta be these three friends of mine.

“And he didn’t even look embarrassed,” I continue, mirroring their grins. “In fact, it was almost as if he was enjoying it.”

“Men,” Daphne shrugs.

“Men,” Ashley agrees, raising her glass. Daphne and I do the same and clink glasses—a toast to those weird creatures called men, the ones we can’t seem to live with...or without. Though, to be fair, after what happened with Hoyt I’m more than ready for a life without men. I mean, there’s a limit to how much stupidity a woman can take.

And being cheated on is a hard limit.

“Just the perfect way to end a shitty day,” I continue, leaning back on my chair and taking another sip of the white wine. The four of us are neighbors, being that we all live at Clarendon Tower, and today the place of choice for an evening drink was Daphne’s apartment.

She’s a lucky girl—the perfect apartment, and the perfect bank account, and I’m pretty sure if she opens her eyes, she’ll see she’s got the perfect man waiting right in front of her.

“No shit,” Ashley replies. “Being sprinkled with cum by some random guy, after losing your boyfriend and risking your business...not your lucky day, girl.”

“Jesus, thanks. You really know how to cheer a friend up, don’t you?” I ask her, a heavy sigh leaving my lips.

“Sorry,” she shrugs, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s just that I had a few drinks with -”

“C’mon,” Daphne says, cutting her short. “We’ve already heard all about Taylor John and the drinks you had when you met him. And how he hasn’t called your or run into you yet. And how you’re heart broken. Try and keep focused on Serena, will you?”

“Wait, you went on a date with Taylor John. The CEO of Draper Pierce?” Tess asks with wide eyes. “I never heard this bit of gossip.”

I smile as Daphne rolls her eyes. It gives Ashley the perfect opportunity to start up on talking about Taylor again.

In all honesty, I can’t fault Tess for being behind on gossip. She works crazy hours running her own furnishing line. She’s like me in many ways.

“Yeah, Tess, I went out for a drink with Taylor,” Ashley starts. “We met and then—”

She’s interrupted by Daphne, “Babe, I really think we need to focus on Serena’s life now before we delve into your love life. Besides, Taylor didn’t take his dick out and wave it around for you. So he’s still in the running as a good guy. Although who knows with those Draper Pierce investment bankers.”

“Alright, alright,” Ashley laughs, “I’ll keep it to myself. Just for tonight.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, allowing my gaze to roam over the New York skylight. The shadows of the buildings are already growing large as the light of a setting sun falls over them, and the whole city looks more majestic than ever.

When people say the best view in New York City is atop Clarendon Tower, they’re not joking. I love my apartment, but Daphne’s just takes the cake.

“So?” Daphne continues, always ready to get down to business. “Do you have any idea about what you’re going to do now?”

“Well, Hoyt’s out—both as boyfriend and business partner. Of course...that just sucks when it comes to my spa. With him out of the picture, I think I’m going to lose the lease on the building we’re on. I secured the lease there because he had a few connections, but now...goodbye, 30 Park Avenue. I guess I need to start looking for a new place for the spa.”

“Don’t take long. I can’t live without your spa, girl, you know that,” Ashley laughs brightly, but then she leans over and, reaching across the table, lays her hand on top of mine. “But, seriously...if there’s anything I can do to help, don’t hesitate.”

“Same here,” Daphne agrees. “We’re friends...and that means we can do more than just talk about guys. Although that’s always pretty interesting, especially with the story you brought us today.”

“Interesting and huge” I laugh, coloring Daphne’s comment and remembering how everything went down earlier today. The grin on that asshole’s face as he looked down to a whole crowd of gym-goers, spraying them all with cum as he remained in place, head held high while he gripped his gigantic cock tight. Forget about a statute of David...a statue of that guy in that exact position deserves a place in the Louvre.

Still, although that whole scene should be enough to keep me shocked for a long time...I’m equally shocked by how huge he was.

And you know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t you?

Everyone says that size doesn’t matter, but after being with someone like Hoyt for so long...well, let’s just say that it’s a miracle my heart didn’t stop when I saw something so huge and impressive.

I wouldn’t mind having a ride on that, you know?

Okay, okay—I’ll take my mind out of the gutter.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Daphne suddenly says, drumming her fingers on one knee as she bites the corner of her lips. She lowers her voice then, like she always does when she’s mulling over something. “It isn’t a sure thing, but maybe this will help you…”

“What? Spit it out, Daph!” I demand.

“I’m with Ashley…” I laugh. “The way things are, any idea is better than no idea.”

“Well, this isn’t a sure thing...but the retail space on the corner of 57th and 7th is vacant right now.”

“Hold on!” I almost jump to my feet as I realize the place she’s referring to. “You’re talking about that huge place on the ground floor of Clarendon Tower! It’s vacant?”

“It is,” she nods. “But don’t set your hopes too high, alright? If you tried to go for it, you’d have to sell the idea to the Condo Board, and as good of a place this building is...well, let’s just say there’s always an asshole atop the food-chain.”

“Yeah, Peter Something-Something, right?”

“No. Peter was already kicked out of the board, girl. You should start attending more of those resident meetings, you know? They’re always fun. Anyway, there’s a new guy as president now...and he’s as much of an asshole as the previous ones were.”

“Seriously,” Ashley sighs. “What is it with this damn building? You should make a run for the presidency of the board, Daph. Teach all those assholes how to run a building like this.”

“I’m with Ashley,” I laugh, finishing my wine. “And with you as president, I could just set up my spa in here and live happily ever after.”

Of course, if only it were that easy, Still, Daphne’s idea is a good one—the place I had in 30 Park Avenue was a good one, but it pales in comparison to what I could achieve if I operated out of Clarendon Tower. I mean, moving my business here would be enough to get me some headlines...and with that, I bet I’d get a lot more clients, all of them with more money than good sense.

This whole situation with Hoyt...it might not be a problem.

It might just be an opportunity.

“I’m in,” I find myself saying, without even giving it a second thought.

“You like the idea?”

“I love it, Daph. And I’m more than ready to fight for it.”

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, I’d love to have you as a neighbor. So, count me in—whatever you need from me, I’m right here. Let’s make it happen.”

And, just like that, it’s settled.

I don’t care what happens next, or how hard I have to fight for it...my spa’s new home will be at Clarendon Tower.

In case you’re thinking that I’m being too brash, well...what can I say? That’s me, Serena James. Whenever I set my sights on something, I refuse to back down.

And whatever my goal is, I always make it happen.