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Fucking. Name.” My words send her shattering over the edge and her cunt tightens around me.
    “Jayce!” She cries out, scratching her nails down my back. Another deep thrust and my orgasm splinters through me, filling her tight little body.
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    A release shoots down my spine and I growl out her name as my body shudders and watch as the cum washes down the drain. Shaking my head to clear it from the memory, I grab my shower gel and lather up. Thoughts of her constantly invade my mind and that was one of the best nights we spent together. I fucked her a few more times after that. It was her first night with me at my apartment.
    As the water cools, I step out and grab a towel. I pad into the bedroom and over to the walk-in closet, grabbing my black jeans and a charcoal button-down shirt. The place we are eating at is dressy. I prefer a more casual place, but I have to apologize to Kenna for what happened this morning.
    Tugging on my boxers and jeans, I head to the kitchen and grab a beer. Twisting the cap off, I down nearly half the bottle when I hear my phone buzz on the counter and glance down at it. Kenna . Sliding the screen, I answer the call. “Hey gorgeous.”
    “Jayce, I am running a few minutes late. Can we meet at the restaurant at seven thirty instead of seven?” She’s always late. It’s adorable.
    “Yeah, that’s fine. I was just getting dressed. I’ll take a cab in because I feel like having a drink tonight.”
    “Everything okay?”
    “Yeah. See you later.” I hang up and check the time. I have another thirty minutes. Perfect.
    In my bedroom, I grab my shirt and pull it on, while buttoning it up, I cut a glance in the mirror. I run my fingers through my messy hair and walk back into the living room. I tug my boots on and I am ready to go. With my wallet and phone in my pocket, and my keys in hand, I head out of my apartment and call a cab.
    The restaurant we’re going to used to be my favorite, but I haven’t been there in years. Since I had everything and I let it slip through my fingers. Jesus, I have to get out of this slump. I need to bury myself in a hot tight pussy, that will make me feel better.
    Once my cab pulls up to the sidewalk, I slip into the backseat and give him the name of the place I am headed. Sitting back, I watch the houses pass by as he weaves through the evening traffic. My phone rings before I make it to the restaurant. “Jayce Alexander.”
    “Mr. Alexander, my apologies for calling you so late. This is Cole Ashford. You’re handling my wedding photo shoot and I wanted to just confirm you’re comfortable with the arrangement to fly to New Orleans a few days earlier?”
    “Yes, that’s not a problem, Mr. Ashford.”
    “Call me Cole, please? I will email the flight details to you first thing in the morning. My fiancée would like a shoot done before the wedding around the French Quarter, so we need to scope out the area. Since you’re the professional, I would like your input.”
    “Sounds good. When do I fly out?”
    “It will be in two-week’s time.” He responds and I can tell he’s smiling. I nod.
    “Good. See you then, Cole.”
    “We’re here, Sir.” I glance out the window. I pay the cab driver and get out the car. Walking up to the restaurant, the memory hits me like a freight train. I was going to ask her to move in with me, to pack her bags and come to LA. That was before her father sunk his claws into our relationship. It was our anniversary, and I planned something special. My internship with Verán Publishers was confirmed, and she was graduating soon, the timing was perfect. It’s a bittersweet memory because not long after, I left – alone.
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    “ J ayce , this is so fancy. You didn’t have to do this.” Ivy glances at me. I can tell she’s wondering how I will pay for dinner, but she doesn’t have to. Lucien loaned me the money to take her out. It’s our four-year anniversary, and I had to make it special. I couldn’t take her to