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TWENTY FOUR
I stand in front of a large window in my high-rise office building, staring out at the city, my mind wandering. There are a million things I should be doing right now, such as taking calls, reading emails, or going over the proposals on my desk. To be honest, I can't seem to concentrate on anything. Aliyah has taken over my thoughts, rendering me incapable of making sound business decisions.
I've been thinking about how to gently reveal a secret I've been keeping from her, but there isn't a good way to tell her. Maybe once I get this off my chest, I'll be able to breathe again.Will she despise me? What if she never speaks to me again?When she confronted me in the park, I should have told her the truth. I've never cared so much about a woman's feelings before, and now I'm agonizing over how to avoid hurting her too badly. I should have told her that day, damn it. Telling her now makes me appear guilty, and I don't want her to make the wrong assumptions.I'm the
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I keep my plan to keep my hands off her long enough to return to my apartment. We take a moment outside the front door as I find it difficult to get the keys out of my pocket before pressing myself against her back and kissing the nape of her neck. The soft scent of her perfume fills my senses, and all I can think about is removing her clothes."Are we going inside or are we going to put on a show for your neighbors?" " she inquires.I hand her the keys and run my hands down her tiny body. "Under the present circumstances, I don't think I'll be able to open the door. I'm a little distracted now, and what I'm focused on is a lot more fun," I say softly before kissing her neck and letting my hands roam freely. Aliyah fumbles with the lock for a few seconds before finally getting the door open. We barely cross the threshold before she turns on her heels and wraps her arms around my neck. I close the door and return Aliyah's embrace. Nothing compares to the sensation of
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We look at the photo of us kissing outside the art gallery, locked in each other's arms. I'm kicking myself because I should've known better. A major exhibition like Shanelle's would undoubtedly attract a large number of journalists. I'm usually very careful to avoid the paparazzi, but I wasn't as careful last night.The photographer used a wide-angle lens and made sure they were hidden from view. This type of invasion of privacy is one of the primary reasons I avoid such public places. It's also why I prefer tinted windows in my cars, because these photographers have no boundaries. My personal life should not be open to public scrutiny over a cup of coffee and eggs in the morning.Amelia's early morning call about the photo, combined with the fact that the office phones had been ringing nonstop, made me sick to my stomach. The paparazzi give me a headache and are a major pain in the arse. The last thing I need right now is a slew of questions directed at me, or, worse, ru
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I had to keep my promise and give Jordan another round after we finished eating. When my legs are fully functional again, I quickly gather my belongings and stumble back home like a baby deer discovering their legs for the first time. I'm a little achy all over, but nothing a long soak in the tub and some rest can't fix. He drains me completely, but the pleasure he provides is worth the side effects.I press the elevator button and lean against the wall as I wait for it to arrive at the lobby.I should have accepted Jordan's offer to carry me home.The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Trixie and Mrs. Moralesblock my path."Oh my goodness, look at you. "You look like you had a bad night," she observes.Trixie pants loudly and attempts to jump on me."No, Trixie, come down." This morning, our young friend is not in the mood to wrestle with you."I shuffle by the two of them, embarrassed, but Mrs. Montgomery puts her hand against the door,
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