Evan's POV

I stood up at my desk, ready to call my best friend Zack to meet up for lunch. We had been best friends since our high school days and all throughout the years at Harvard University where we received bachelors degrees in Marketing and Communications, and masters in Business Administration.

"Hi darling," a voice greeted as I was walking to my private elevator.

I turned around slowly, knowing who it was, and she immediately threw her arms around my neck and drew me in for a kiss.

I pulled away gently.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. I wasn't expecting her and I hated it when people showed up uninvited.

"I wanted to surprise you and take you out to lunch." She was still cheerful.

How do I shut her down gently? I asked myself.

Julia Starlet was a twenty four year-old actress. Tall, slim, blonde and beautiful. I adored her bright brown eyes and the elegant way she wore her makeup. She was flawless but she was only a one night stand I met at one of my father's functions. And I had no true intentions of having anything solid with the types of women who appeared to be so easy to get into bed and always eager to spread their legs for a rich guy. For Pete's sake, the same night I met her was the same night I bedded her. She was like so many others but she was the reflection of myself and I wanted-- no, scratch that -- I needed to change my lifestyle. Eventually.

"Actually, I'm getting lunch with my best friend," I said, typing into my phone, responding to an email.

"Well, can I come along? And would you stop texting and pay attention to me?"

I heaved a sigh. She was already getting on my nerves.

"No." I retorted, walking into my elevator.

She followed me in.

"Evan. I want us to become exclusive. Lets make it official and become a real couple," she suggested with a smile.

My eyes moved from the phone and scanned her.

She must be out of her mind.

"No," I said again and turned my attention back to my email.

"So you think that you're going to sleep with me and dump me the next day like a piece of garbage? Who do you think you are?!" she roared before snatching the phone out my hands.

"What the hell! Give me back my phone."

"No! You're not breaking up with me!"

She threw the phone on the elevator floor and used her heels as a weapon of destruction, stomping repeatedly onto it until it was nothing but bits and pieces underneath her.

I looked at the woman acting like a crazy lunatic next to me. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Am I funny to you?" she asked, looking at me when she was through destroying my iPhone with the heel of her stiletto.

"Listen Julia, you're a nice girl, really, but I don't revolve around you. You were just a one time thing and I have zero intentions of taking you home to my family. Which basically means I have no intention of making you my girlfriend, fiancee, wife or even baby mama."

"But you sent me flowers."

She was about to cry. Her eyes welled up and she was getting red in the face like a steamed lobster.

"I always do that. That's how I say thank you and goodbye."

I exited my elevator and informed security to escort her off the premises. I was not in a mood for listening to any more tantrums from an emotional, wrecked woman.

I started my Bentley and drove to a nearby upscale restaurant where Zack was already waiting. We always met here whenever we decided to have lunch together and catch up on things.

"You look drained," he greeted, patting me on the back as I sat down at our table.copy right hot novel pub