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Fifty-Seven
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Kiara opened her eyes and tried to remember where she was. The heavy blanket and soft pillow didn’t match the ones she had at home, and the big man holding her close was definitely not something she woke up to often.
“Morning,” Chris said in a voice too awaken to match her lazy mood.
“Morning. Have you been up long?” She turned to face him, stifling a yawn.
“Not too long.” Definitely a while, then. Had he be
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“Kiara, you dirty hoe! What did you steal this time?” His words were aggressive, but his tone was absolutely flooded with inquisitive humor.“Hello to you too, Michael,” She said over the burner phone she bought to call him.“Don't you dare hello me right now, bitch!” Kiara loved Michael's flamboyant personality, especially when he faked being angry to get a juicy gossip out of her. Unfortunately for her, this time there really was one.
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A Word of Praise Fifty-Three
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Two months had come and gone, and Chris knew he was on the right track. He didn’t fail his promise to see her every Saturday, no matter how poorly it fit the rest of his commitments. The weekend after Christmas was particularly hard because he had to leave in the middle of the company’s Christmas party. It was worth it; he earned an eye-roll coated with an adorable attempt not to smile when he explained his delay. Every Saturday was the same, he’d get to her building, buzz her down, and they’d walk around the block talking and pampering Batman. He’d talk about work, and the restructuring of the company. She’d shoot sarcastic remarks about the
A Word of Praise Fifty
Kiara woke up Monday morning with the emotional hangover of the century. She was tired of not being able to do anything, so she decided to go to practice anyway, even with her hands out of commission. If she couldn’t do what she wanted in Chris’ department, she’d at least work her frustration out with a sick series of abs and legs. When she got to the studio, she ran into Michael’s glowing figure. Literally. The man was covered in glitter from head to toe, and it was fucking Monday.“What the hell did you do last night?” She asked in disbelief.
