Chapter 11 Finn
FINN
My hands tremble slightly as I continue staring at the blank screen, unable to wrap my mind around someone cheating on Alexis.
The idea of someone hurting her in such a disrespectful way doesn’t sit well.
I want nothing more than to comfort her and make her see that she does not deserve to be treated like that.
Hell, I can’t fathom what kind of idiot would throw away a relationship with a woman like Alexis.
She’s a knockout, funny, caring, there is no way that jackoff found someone better than her.
It startles me a little just how fired up I am over this.
If I'm being honest with myself, when Marcee said she was seeing someone, I didn’t like it.
Maybe it was just fatherly intuition, or maybe I'm still twisted up over seeing her basically naked.
My mind conjures up her face from that night. Those bright red lips pulled up in a huge smile, her golden eyes shining as she popped onto the screen. All too soon, my mind shifts to the rest of her, and the scene that has been on repeat in my head for months. On a whim, I decide to text her.
Me:
Hey Alexis, overheard about your boyfriend. I’m really sorry that happened to you, but I promise any man worth the name, would never treat a woman like that. You deserve to be the center of his world. Chin up, you were too good for him! I hope you’re okay, and I'm here if you need me, for anything.
I quickly hit send before I can talk myself out of it. The message goes to read instantly and I find myself holding my breath, wondering if it was weird that I sent that. Three bubbles appear, then disappear. I set my phone down and run my hands through my hair.
I’m an idiot.
The message notification bing has me shooting forward and unlocking my phone at record speed.
Alexis:
Thanks Finn, that means so much to me. Good to know there’s at least one good man out there. Hope you have a great day, and I’ll keep you in mind if I ever need someone.
Smiling at her message, I grab my laptop and continue looking at the listing my realtor sent today.
I can’t believe that in just a few weeks, I'll be back in the US.
This trip has been very successful, more so than I had anticipated, which is why I stayed so much longer than planned.
With the new partnership, not only will my revenue triple, but I'll also have a team to work with, sharing the responsibilities instead of being a one-man show.
The idea of having some downtime is such a relief.
I'm focusing on the Huntington Beach area. After the last three years, I'm desperate to live near the water and just enjoy life. It’s an added perk that it’s only thirty minutes from Marcee, so I can see her more often without smothering her.
It’s felt like years instead of months that I have been here, and this penthouse is getting old. It’s high-tech and ultra-modern. It’s also sterile and cold—the opposite of what I want in a home. I spend the next hour lining up virtual tours of homes I’m interested in, then head to the gym.
After a few one-night stands, I decided to just focus on work and fitness for the remainder of my time here.
My body and business have never looked better due to that choice, but loneliness is starting to creep in.
Maybe once I get back and settled, I’ll try dating.
It would be nice to have someone to spend time with and come home to each night.
The more I think about it, the more I just want to get home.
I text my partners and request to expedite the contracts and move my leave date up as much as possible.
I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life, and I’m looking forward to being closer to my daughter.