“You gave your secretary the Cartier bracelet your girlfriend threw at you while telling you to fuck off?” He chuckled.
“Damn right. She picked it out, so obviously she liked it.” I smirked.
“I’m happy Claudia dumped your heartless ass.”
“Funny.” I cocked my head. “That’s exactly the first thing I thought of after she did it. I said, “Man, Finn will be so happy.” I smirked.
“She’s a tyrant in heels, Wes.”
“Aren’t all upper-class women and supermodels?”
“I have no idea how you even put up with her. All the woman ate was side salads with no dressing. So, your relationship is dead and buried for sure?”
“It was long overdue.”
“Long overdue?” He chuckled. “It’s only been three months. You make it sound like replacing a water filter. Toss it out and move on. I’m surprised she even stuck around. You’re not exactly the warm, fuzzy, romantic type. And when you forgot her birthday?—”
“I was supposed to end it a month ago, but I was too busy to deal with it,” I said. “She tried to change me, Finn.”
“Because you build relationships like you build companies. You calculate the risk, invest the minimum, and cut your losses when it underperforms,” he said.
“She wanted what I couldn’t give her.”
“A pulse?” He chuckled.
I shot him a dirty look.
“Okay.” He put his hands up. “She didn’t deserve a pulse fromyou. But someday, someone will.”
“Feelings cost, and love bankrupts. I’m not interested in bankruptcy. Only sex and a good time.”
“Good luck finding another woman who will put up with your bullshit for events and social gatherings. You know how your grandmother is. And the press is always watching.”
“I won’t be looking. I’ll hire someone if I have to.”
“You’re a damn iceberg, my friend. You could run circles around every billionaire in Manhattan. But the second a woman asks you to show up, you bolt like a scared kid or turn so cold, these women have no choice but to dump you.”
I shrugged. “You know I couldn’t give a shit.”
“One day, Wes. One day.” He walked out of my office.
My alarm wentoff the following morning. Grabbing my phone and shutting it down, I was greeted by a text message from Finn.
Good God, Wes. Look at this.
He attached a link to an article on Page Six.
Cold as Castile: Playboy Billionaire Weston Castile and Supermodel Claudia Williams Explode on Broadway and 42nd.
A public breakup turns heads as NYC’s Iceman walks away without looking back, ending their high-profile relationship. Castile doesn’t look fazed as Claudia stood heartbroken and in tears. The pair had been dating for roughly three months, regularly appearing at fashion shows and charity galas. A source close to Claudia says Weston Castile never let her in and was incapable of ever loving anyone but himself.
“FUCK!” I shouted, throwing my phone down.
Page Six had it all wrong. ALL WRONG!
I picked up my phone and called Kylie, my public relations manager, aka, fixer.
“I’m already on it, Wes,” she answered.