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I feel so akin to sadness at his nehich is odd I’m not a man who easily for I was raised by a nanny, not by ht years older, so we led separate lives from the start I went to an affluent, obnoxiously snobbish boarding school with other like-minded kids ere also raised by nannies and had no concept of what it meant to develop deep friendships

“I do believe I’ out was exclusively limited to The Wicked Horse, but after our fuck sessions ended, we’d spend hours nursing glasses of bourbon or scotch while we talked We developed a friendship during our conversations, which is why I never hesitated to help hiot sick I let him borrow one ofhias for cancer treatments

“I’ll miss you, too,” he says with a fond smile “Not the club, per se Those days are behind arded”

“Indeed,” Ito my last adventure there With Bailey

“So how has it been at the club?” August asks conversationally “Managing to survive there without me?”

Still adrift in , “Actually… I haven’t been in over a week”

August laughs, clapping ?”

Or so

It hitsboard about h a siotten involved with a woood idea

Never before have I shared anything personal with anyone I’ve always chosen to handle ust is a friend of sorts, and there’s no shaht?

“There’s a girl,” I say, and August blinks in surprise He knows I’amy

I explain about Bailey, starting at the ht my attention with yeah… first her body, then her intellect… all the way to when she a her job back

“And so you hired her back?” August asks He’s so intrigued he’s leaning forward, listening in rapt attention

“Technically, I never got around to putting in the termination paperwork, but yeah… she’s still my assistant”

“And you two… are back to being professional again?” he guesses