Regret Came Too Late

Other than that one flimsy excuse, Simon couldn't think of any other reason. Ethan had been out of it all night, and it was as if he hadn't even heard half of what Simon said. He looked lost in his own world.

Simon, frustrated, slammed back a shot of whiskey. "Ethan?" he called.

Only then did Ethan lift his head, his voice distant. "What is it?"

"You good, man? You've been zoning out all night."

Ethan rubbed his forehead, his fingers pressing into his temples when his phone buzzed quietly on the table. He glanced at the screen, then said flatly, "I'm leaving."

Simon stared at him in disbelief. Seriously?

Tonight's meeting this whole damn setup-was Ethan's idea. He had practically twisted Simon's arm to come meet Grace and throw a project her way. Simon had agreed. Now, before they even finished the first drink, the guy was bailing?

Simon clenched his teeth, feeling ridiculously stifled. "You" He barely got the word out before Tim appeared to wheel Ethan out.

Simon slumped back in his seat, fuming. He pulled out his phone, his mood in the gutter.

Without thinking, he shot off a text to his usual hookup. "I'm asking you a question. What the hell are you so busy with?"

last message he sent had gone unanswered. And now,

at his screen, "There's no way she'd be this

at him. From the day he was born, he had never, ever been treated like an afterthought. Feeling even more irritated, he grabbed his jacket and stormed outside,

you called, I came no hesitation. And now that it's me reaching out,

table surrounded by screenwriters. They were finalizing the next round of scripts when his voice crackled through her earbuds. Her brows

thought we had an agreement," she

Simon stiffened.

from the start-no prying into each other's private lives, no drama, and no

between the sheets. If either of them wanted out, they

just found someone else. He hadn't expected her to- agree so fast, with such obvious relief as if she had been hoping for exactly that

way from the beginning. He was Simon, damn it. With his looks, his money, and his power, women were supposed to fall over themselves for him, not act

and rebelling against his family, he ended up actually sleeping with her. He hadn't expected it to

bedroom, they were practically strangers. They never talked about their lives.

inexperience had been obvious-awkward touches, hesitant reactions. She was pure, no doubt about

untouchable. Who would've guessed she was

alone and tense, he lit a cigarette and took a drag. Nothing felt right— not the room,