His cock stood hard and erect between his legs, thick and huge. Far bigger than any of the cocks I’d ever seen.

How the hell does any woman take all of this?

I shook my head in utter disbelief, unable to stop staring at it.

I scrolled down to look at the other pictures, him in other positions. His cock was breathtaking at every angle.

In all the years that we’d been friends, I’d jokingly asked why women couldn’t seem to get enough of him in the bedroom, why they’d asked for “repeats” long after he’d turned them down.

“Is your dick magical or something?” I’d say.

He’d laugh and say something sarcastic, and I continued to assume that they were blinded by his looks.

His cock pictures shattered that notion all at once.

How does it even fit?

“Um, hello?” Tatiana’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Are you there?”

“Yeah…”

“You agree it’s him, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are your panties wet now?”

Hell yes. “Nope.” I clicked off the picture. “Can I tell you about Simon Gaines now?”

“Depends. Does he have some dick pics that I can stare at?”

“No.”

“Then, no.” She laughed. “I’ll happily listen to it tonight when I get home from working out, though.”

“So much for being a new friend.”

“We’re still enemies.” She ended the call, and I laughed.

Hayden never called me back, and against my better judgment, I spent the entire flight to New York staring at his dick for far longer than I would ever admit.

Four

Present Day

Hayden

“Can you give me any reason why I woke up this morning with your balls in my face?” Lawrence slammed a paper onto the café table. “Better yet, you want to tell me why your six-inch slong is currently the number one trending topic in the country?”

“First of all, hello, Lawrence.” I smiled at him. “I see that you’re angry as usual on this lovely afternoon.”

“Answer my question.”

“Second of all, I’m happy to let you know that my ‘slong’ is definitely longer than six inches.”

“Give me a reason, Hayden.” His face reddened. “Give me a reason right now.”

I said nothing.

I just watched as he popped a handful of stress relief pills and placed his hand over his heart. His “I’m so sick of you putting me through this shit,” speech was inevitable.

In the past, he’d effortlessly handled drugged-out rock stars, popstar princesses with secret addictions, and boy bands with international fandoms. Yet, for some strange reason, he claimed that my scandals were the ones that drove him to the brink of insanity.

“If you think pleading ignorance is going to get you out of this one, you’re sadly mistaken.” He pushed the printed headlines closer to me. “Look at what they’re saying about you so far.”

I glanced down at the words and tried not to smile.

The COCK-y King of New York Indeed

Cinder’s CEO Can ‘Hunt’ Us Down Any Day

Hayden Hunter Shows Us His Huge … Ego

“These are very creative,” I said. “Would you like me to host a contest for the best one?”

“Shut up, Hayden.” He pulled up a chair and signaled for the manager. “I called Sinful Suit a few minutes ago and spoke to the editor in chief. She said that an anonymous person randomly submitted these an hour before their issue went to print.”

“Oh?” I smiled.

“Yes. Oh.”

“Any idea who might have perfectly curated, nude photos of you at their disposal?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “You did say that we needed to give them something else to talk about, so I gave them something else to talk about.”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t more specific about the type of shit I meant.” He held up his hands in surrender. “You need a fucking avalanche of good press at this point. I’m talking children’s hospital visits, soup kitchen volunteer hours, the works.”

“That sounds staged as hell, Lawrence. Everyone will see right through it.”

“Not if you do a good job and convince them otherwise.” He picked up his briefcase and set it on the table. “We can get started by using Penelope to show off more of your human side. Let’s put your overbearing friendship to work for a change.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell her that she needs to join you on a shopping spree in full view of the press,” he said. “We’ll call some photogs and have them put a spin on ‘Most Generous Best Friend’ or something. Then we’ll make sure the cashier leaks the amount you spend on her, which should be at least seventy-five thousand dollars. Oh, and when you two are out, she should…”

I tuned out the rest of his suggestion, knowing that it was a hell no. Penelope would never willingly set foot inside of a clothing store. She’d freeze at the glass doors, come up with an excuse for why she suddenly needed to leave, and walk away in tears.

She never admitted the reason to me—even after all these years, but it was because of her mother. Shopping was the last thing they did together—half an hour before the accident, and she never got over it.

“Stop.” I cut Lawrence off. “That’s not happening. Give me something else to do.”

“What’s wrong with taking your best friend shopping?”

“Move on to another suggestion.” I kept my voice firm. “Now.”

“Fine.” He flipped through his folders, then he slid a sheet toward me.

“Okay, next option,” he said. “I want you to write an apology letter to every single person or company that you’ve ever wronged. I’m sure that some people will leak their letters to the press, and over the long haul, this can start the rehab process for your image.”

“You know how I feel about apologies, Lawrence,” I said. “They don’t do anything but state the obvious.”

“They’ll do something more than that this time. Trust me.”

I looked down at the sheet. “You think that I’ve wronged two hundred and fifty people?”

“Ha! Don’t be silly.” He flipped it over. “There’s more on the back, and I left the other sheets at headquarters.”

Before I could tell him that this suggestion wasn’t happening either, my phone sounded with Penelope’s signature ringtone. A FaceTime request.

“Don’t you dare answer her right now.” Lawrence glared at me. “She can wait.”

“This’ll only take a minute.” I tapped the screen anyway.

“Yeah, Pen?” I answered.

“Why haven’t you called me back yet?” Her face appeared on screen, and a subway whooshed by in the background. “I’ve already made it back to New York.”

“I don’t have any missed calls from you.” I noticed the silver charm around her neck and tilted my head to the side. “Are you dressed up for something?”