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Chapter 181
Alexander
The Previous Sunday
I lined up my putt on the eighth hole, the sun warm on my back as I studied the slight break in the green. The perfect day for golf: clear skies, light breeze, and the satisfaction of watching Anthony struggle through every hole.
“You’re taking forever,” Anthony complained from the edge of the green. “It’s a three-foot putt, not brain surgery p>
I took my time just to annoy him further, then sank the ball with a clean stroke. “That’s another birdie for me. What are you at now? Double bogey p>
“Fuck you,” Anthony muttered, marking his scorecard with more force than necessary.
As we walked to our golf cart, Anthony glanced around the course. “Where’s Leo? Wasn’t he supposed to join us today p>
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Alexander
The Previous Sunday
I lined up my putt on the eighth hole, the sun warm on my back as I studied the slight break in the green. The perfect day for golf: clear skies, light breeze, and the satisfaction of watching Anthony struggle through every hole.
“You’re taking forever,” Anthony complained from the edge of the green. “It’s a three-foot putt, not brain surgery p>
I took my time just to annoy him further, then sank the ball with a clean stroke. “That’s another birdie for me. What are you at now? Double bogey p>
“Fuck you,” Anthony muttered, marking his scorecard with more force than necessary.
As we walked to our golf cart, Anthony glanced around the course. “Where’s Leo? Wasn’t he supposed to join us today p>
“He said he’d come,” I replied, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Probably got caught up with work. You
know how he is.
Anthony tossed his putter into his bag. “More likely, he’s caught up with some woman. That guy’s dick gets more action than a revolving door p>
I chuckled as I steered us toward the ninth tee. “Jealous p>
“Of Leo? Please.” Anthony adjusted his cap. “I have standards p>
We played through the next few holes, and the competitive rhythm familiar between us. Anthony cursed colorfully when his ball landed in a sand trap, and I pretended not to notice when he improved his lie in the rough.
As we approached the fourteenth hole, Anthony broke our comfortable silence. “So, how many casual hookups have you had this year? I’m curious p>
I lined up my drive, focusing on the fairway ahead. “Not really in the mood to discuss my sex life right now p>
“Come on,” he pressed, leaning against his club. “Just making conversation. Leo mentioned you’ve been turning down some seriously hot women lately. That’s not like you p>
I sent my ball sailing down the fairway, satisfied with the clean hit. “Your turn p>
Anthony stepped up to the tee. “I’m just saying, the Alexander Knight I know wouldn’t pass up pussy
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if it was gift-wrapped and delivered to his door. Especially after that dry spell you must have had after the drug incident p>
I sighed, watching him shank his drive into the trees. “Nice shot, Tiger Woods p>
“Answer the question. You avoiding women these days p>
“Yes, I’ve been avoiding random hookups since that incident,” I admitted, climbing into the cart.” Happy now p>
Anthony followed, dropping his driver into his bag with a clatter. “But before that? How many p>
I rolled my eyes as I drove us toward our balls. “What is this, high school? Are we comparing notches on our bedposts p>
“Humor me,” Anthony insisted. “I’ve had a shit week at the hospital. I need entertainment p>
“A lot, alright?” I finally said, braking near my ball. “Until that incident, I wasn’t exactly living like a monk p>
Anthony stepped out of the cart, club in hand. “How many is ‘a lot’? Ballpark figure p>
I shook my head, exasperated. “Jesus, Anthony. I don’t keep a fucking spreadsheet p>
“Before the incident,” he persisted. “Just give me a number p>
“Fine. A lot. Most were good, some were worse. Happy now p>
Anthony laughed. “That’s not a number, that’s a cop-out p>
I lined up my approach shot, trying to focus. “What do you want me to say? That I fucked my way through half of Manhattan’s eligible female population? That I had threesomes in Paris and foursomes in Tokyo? That I bent a Victoria’s Secret model over my balcony while she screamed my name loud enough to wake the neighbors p>
“Did you really?” Anthony’s eyes widened.
“Which part?” I smirked, then swung, landing my ball neatly on the green.
“The balcony part. That sounds uncomfortable. And possibly illegal p>
“The view was worth it.” I shrugged, memories of that particular evening flashing through my mind. “Met her at some fashion week party. She kept eyeing me across the room, then cornered me by the bar. Two hours later, she was clutching my railing while I pounded into her from behind p>
Anthony whistled low. “And the neighbors p>
“Sent a fruit basket the next day. Apparently, they’d been having marital problems, and our little
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show inspired them to reconnect p>
Anthony burst out laughing. “You’re so full of shit p>
“The basket part is true,” I insisted, grinning. “The rest, I’ll leave to your imagination p>
Anthony took his shot, miraculously landing near the green. “So, how are you doing now? After the incident, I mean. Zero sex can’t be easy for a guy with your… appetites p>
I watched him walk back to the cart, measuring my response. “I’m managing p>
“Managing?” Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Like, what? You’ve developed a close personal relationship with your right hand p>
“I’m focusing on work,” I said firmly. “New projects are taking up most of my time p>
Anthony studied my face, clearly not buying it. “Right. Because Alexander Knight, the man who once fucked twins on his private jet while flying over the Atlantic, is suddenly celibate and work-focused p>
“People change,” I said, starting the cart.
“Bullshit,” Anthony replied. “People like you don’t change. You adapt. So what’s your adaptation? Don’t tell me you’re jerking off to p**n like some college freshman p>
I shot him a glare. “Can we drop this p>
“Not a chance,” Anthony grinned. “This is too entertaining. The great Alexander Knight, brought low by his own dick. Is it painful? Being around all those gorgeous women at your fancy parties and not being able to take them home p>
“I never said I couldn’t take them home,” I corrected him. “I said I’m choosing not to p>
“Same difference.” Anthony shrugged. “The result is the same-you’re not getting laid p>
I didn’t respond, focusing instead on navigating the cart along the path. I wasn’t about to tell Anthony about Madison. Our arrangement was private, and I intended to keep it that way.
“Wait a minute,” Anthony said suddenly, turning to face me. “You’ve got that look p>
“What look p>
“That smug ‘I know something you don’t know’ look.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re fucking someone, aren’t you p>
I kept my expression neutral. “I don’t know what you’re talking about p>
“Holy shit, you are!” Anthony laughed. “You’ve got someone on the side and you’re keeping it quiet. That’s why you’re turning down other women. Who is she? Anyone I know p>
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“Your imagination is working overtime,” I said coolly. “I’m focusing on work, that’s all p>
Anthony studied me for a long moment, then shook his head. “Fine, keep your secrets. But whoever she is, she must be something special to have Alexander Knight on a leash p>
I parked the cart near the green and grabbed my putter. “I’m not on anyone’s leash. Now, are we playing golf or analyzing my sex life p>
“Both, clearly,” Anthony grinned, following me to the green. “But fine, I’ll drop it. For now p>
I watched Anthony follow me to the green, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the manicured grass. The victory was already mine, but I’d enjoy making him suffer through the final humiliation of this hole.
I lined up my putt, taking my time just to annoy him further. The ball rolled smoothly across the green and dropped into the hole with a satisfying plunk.
“And that’s the game,” I announced, straightening up with a smirk.
“One of these days, I’m going to beat you p>
“Keep dreaming p>
As we walked back toward the clubhouse, a familiar figure approached from the parking lot. Leo strode toward us, dressed in golf attire but clearly not having played a round.
“Nice of you to finally show up,” I called out. “You missed watching me destroy Anthony p>
Leo shrugged. “Some of us were working. Not all of us can spend Sunday mornings playing games p>
“Working on what?” I asked, my interest piqued. “Did you find who ‘S’ is p>
Leo glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot. “No luck yet. The trail’s gone cold. Whoever this woman is, she knows how to cover her tracks p>
“Shit,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “We need to find her p>
eplied, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Probably got caught up with work. You
know how he is.
Anthony tossed his putter into his bag. “More likely, he’s caught up with some woman. That guy’s dick gets more action than a revolving door p>
I chuckled as I steered us toward the ninth tee. “Jealous p>
“Of Leo? Please.” Anthony adjusted his cap. “I have standards p>
We played through the next few holes, and the competitive rhythm familiar between us. Anthony cursed colorfully when his ball landed in a sand trap, and I pretended not to notice when he improved his lie in the rough.
As we approached the fourteenth hole, Anthony broke our comfortable silence. “So, how many casual hookups have you had this year? I’m curious p>
I lined up my drive, focusing on the fairway ahead. “Not really in the mood to discuss my sex life right now p>
“Come on,” he pressed, leaning against his club. “Just making conversation. Leo mentioned you’ve been turning down some seriously hot women lately. That’s not like you p>
I sent my ball sailing down the fairway, satisfied with the clean hit. “Your turn p>
Anthony stepped up to the tee. “I’m just saying, the Alexander Knight I know wouldn’t pass up pussy
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if it was gift-wrapped and delivered to his door. Especially after that dry spell you must have had after the drug incident p>
I sighed, watching him shank his drive into the trees. “Nice shot, Tiger Woods p>
“Answer the question. You avoiding women these days p>
“Yes, I’ve been avoiding random hookups since that incident,” I admitted, climbing into the cart.” Happy now p>
Anthony followed, dropping his driver into his bag with a clatter. “But before that? How many p>
I rolled my eyes as I drove us toward our balls. “What is this, high school? Are we comparing notches on our bedposts p>
“Humor me,” Anthony insisted. “I’ve had a shit week at the hospital. I need entertainment p>
“A lot, alright?” I finally said, braking near my ball. “Until that incident, I wasn’t exactly living like a monk p>
Anthony stepped out of the cart, club in hand. “How many is ‘a lot’? Ballpark figure p>
I shook my head, exasperated. “Jesus, Anthony. I don’t keep a fucking spreadsheet p>
“Before the incident,” he persisted. “Just give me a number p>
“Fine. A lot. Most were good, some were worse. Happy now p>
Anthony laughed. “That’s not a number, that’s a cop-out p>
I lined up my approach shot, trying to focus. “What do you want me to say? That I fucked my way through half of Manhattan’s eligible female population? That I had threesomes in Paris and foursomes in Tokyo? That I bent a Victoria’s Secret model over my balcony while she screamed my name loud enough to wake the neighbors p>
“Did you really?” Anthony’s eyes widened.
“Which part?” I smirked, then swung, landing my ball neatly on the green.
“The balcony part. That sounds uncomfortable. And possibly illegal p>
“The view was worth it.” I shrugged, memories of that particular evening flashing through my mind. “Met her at some fashion week party. She kept eyeing me across the room, then cornered me by the bar. Two hours later, she was clutching my railing while I pounded into her from behind p>
Anthony whistled low. “And the neighbors p>
“Sent a fruit basket the next day. Apparently, they’d been having marital problems, and our little
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show inspired them to reconnect p>
Anthony burst out laughing. “You’re so full of shit p>
“The basket part is true,” I insisted, grinning. “The rest, I’ll leave to your imagination p>
Anthony took his shot, miraculously landing near the green. “So, how are you doing now? After the incident, I mean. Zero sex can’t be easy for a guy with your… appetites p>
I watched him walk back to the cart, measuring my response. “I’m managing p>
“Managing?” Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Like, what? You’ve developed a close personal relationship with your right hand p>
“I’m focusing on work,” I said firmly. “New projects are taking up most of my time p>
Anthony studied my face, clearly not buying it. “Right. Because Alexander Knight, the man who once fucked twins on his private jet while flying over the Atlantic, is suddenly celibate and work-focused p>
“People change,” I said, starting the cart.
“Bullshit,” Anthony replied. “People like you don’t change. You adapt. So what’s your adaptation? Don’t tell me you’re jerking off to p**n like some college freshman p>
I shot him a glare. “Can we drop this p>
“Not a chance,” Anthony grinned. “This is too entertaining. The great Alexander Knight, brought low by his own dick. Is it painful? Being around all those gorgeous women at your fancy parties and not being able to take them home p>
“I never said I couldn’t take them home,” I corrected him. “I said I’m choosing not to p>
“Same difference.” Anthony shrugged. “The result is the same-you’re not getting laid p>
I didn’t respond, focusing instead on navigating the cart along the path. I wasn’t about to tell Anthony about Madison. Our arrangement was private, and I intended to keep it that way.
“Wait a minute,” Anthony said suddenly, turning to face me. “You’ve got that look p>
“What look p>
“That smug ‘I know something you don’t know’ look.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re fucking someone, aren’t you p>
I kept my expression neutral. “I don’t know what you’re talking about p>
“Holy shit, you are!” Anthony laughed. “You’ve got someone on the side and you’re keeping it quiet. That’s why you’re turning down other women. Who is she? Anyone I know p>
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“Your imagination is working overtime,” I said coolly. “I’m focusing on work, that’s all p>
Anthony studied me for a long moment, then shook his head. “Fine, keep your secrets. But whoever she is, she must be something special to have Alexander Knight on a leash p>
I parked the cart near the green and grabbed my putter. “I’m not on anyone’s leash. Now, are we playing golf or analyzing my sex life p>
“Both, clearly,” Anthony grinned, following me to the green. “But fine, I’ll drop it. For now p>
I watched Anthony follow me to the green, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the manicured grass. The victory was already mine, but I’d enjoy making him suffer through the final humiliation of this hole.
I lined up my putt, taking my time just to annoy him further. The ball rolled smoothly across the green and dropped into the hole with a satisfying plunk.
“And that’s the game,” I announced, straightening up with a smirk.
“One of these days, I’m going to beat you p>
“Keep dreaming p>
As we walked back toward the clubhouse, a familiar figure approached from the parking lot. Leo strode toward us, dressed in golf attire but clearly not having played a round.
“Nice of you to finally show up,” I called out. “You missed watching me destroy Anthony p>
Leo shrugged. “Some of us were working. Not all of us can spend Sunday mornings playing games p>
“Working on what?” I asked, my interest piqued. “Did you find who ‘S’ is p>
Leo glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot. “No luck yet. The trail’s gone cold. Whoever this woman is, she knows how to cover her tracks p>
“Shit,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “We need to find her p>
Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.