He had become utterly, shamefully distracted by Ethan Caldwell.
Since they had begun living together at the villa, his entire existence had been consumed by the man. Their lives had become a dizzying cycle of shared meals, shared beds, and an all-consuming physical intimacy. Ethan's intoxicating blend of possessive care and overwhelming prowess in the bedroom had eroded Julian's iron will. He had been transformed from an ambitious strategist into a pampered, lazy creature, content to let the world pass him by as long as he was in that man's orbit.
The pursuit of pleasure is truly the ruin of a great man, Julian thought with a weary sigh, echoing a sentiment as old as time itself.
He rubbed his aching temples, trying to clear the fog from his brain before he was hit by a literal wall of sound from the other end of the line.
