Chapter One Hundred-Forty Three

Last night with the bar girl had not been successful in terms of getting his head off things. He shook that thought from his mind, he must have just been having an off night.

He could not let himself feel everything right now. It was easy for Eleanor to say - her best friend had not just left her after raping her.

He picked up his phone from beside him and scrolled through his contact list, his eyes sparkled as he landed on a name. His mouth stretched in a smirk, she was just the person who would make him forget it all. She was a close second to Ruby for the best sex he had ever had.

And, so he dialed Ivanka’s number, and as expected she didn’t let it get to the second ring, “Hey babe - crave my taste much?”

Half an hour later she was standing before him, looking exactly how he remembered her except that she had dyed her hair, or did it always used to be blonde? He didn’t care either way, as she seductively tilted her neck and off came her high heels, her skirt, blouse and bra.

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