Chapter 42

Miguel exhaled deeply. “Alex, can you take me home please?”

I gave him a reluctant nod. “Okay.” I didn’t want to let him go, but I had no choice. The truth hurt him so much that, for all I knew, I’d already lost him. Okay, so I could’ve just hidden everything from him, and he wouldn’t have ever known, but that wasn’t who I was. It wasn’t someone I could ever be. I was a proud slut whenever I was single, but I had a big heart when it came to a relationship, and when I fell, I fell fast and hard like a pathetic fool. It was ironic how a sex challenge could deepen into something much more. I’d been in search of Christmas cock but had found Christmas romance instead. Or what was left of it, anyway.

As Miguel left the room in a depressed mood, I decided to listen to Juanito’s voicemail, wondering where he’d gone.