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Twenty-five
“Long time, no see, Mister Stark,” Ava says once I’m seated across from her. Her greeting rubs me the wrong way, my head whips to her face and my fingers dig into the armrest. She realises her mistake when I don’t return her sheepish grin, her smile fades. “My bad, Brandon. Long time no see, Mister Brandon.”
“Yeah.” I can go on to give a silly excuse for missing the appointments but I keep mute.
Ava lets us sit in silence for a bit as if she’s giving me a chance to gather my thoughts. My eyes roam the place, taking in the details I missed the last time. The low centre table holds nothing except for a Rubik’s cube and a pencil. Since I’m not comfortable with her taking notes, she might use her recorder. My eyes flit to the walls. There are four framed pictures hanging from the wall, each poster displaying a quote that emphasizes kindness to oneself and the big importance of forgiveness—forgiving yourself and others.
I snort, Ava levels me a cautiou
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My eyelids flutter open to white ceiling and dim lights. I squint at the bulb while patting the soft surface I am sprawled on. This is not my office. Everything comes rushing back, images spill over me. El. Our argument. The blackout. My gaze returns to the ceiling, the walls become familiar. I am in my room.Where are my girls?An acute pain slices through my skull when I attempt to get out of the bed, I relax on the headboard till it subsides. A frown takes over my lips when I glance at my outfit, I am still in my work clothes. The door pushes open, Sophia walks in with another lady I instantly recognise as the second family doctor. Doctor Joy. I throw a leg over the bed, pushing myself until I am slouched over the edge. The house is too quiet, the girls should be here, chewing my ears off with questions. Every nerve in my body screams for me to check on them but my limbs have turned to jelly, walking will be hell. I haven’t felt this weak in years.
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Someone is touching me, stroking my face. I peel my eyes open, my brain freezes as my gaze connects with El. Her fingers don’t stop tracing a line along my cheek, she smiles at my confused face and I blink twice. Am I dead? Is this what heaven feels like? I push those thoughts aside, I can’t even make heaven. The arms around my waist keep me from standing, I smile and pry Bren’s hand off me. She moans but remains asleep, I nudge Wyn whose legs are tangled in the sheet, I forgot she sleeps like a martial artist. “Hey.” I curse. El giggles. Fuck. She’s real and she’s smiling at me. The girls are asleep, she doesn’t have to pretend to be happy to see me but here she is at the edge of my bed, smiling. I must be hallucinating. I stretch my hand for the pills, she helps me with it and I pop two into my mouth while she stares with a frown. “What are you doing here?” I whisper back, stiffening when Bren whimpers and rolls onto her stomach. I love having E
Mrs Reluctant Billionaire Twenty-nine
Giggles spill from her lips, she straightens up. “No. Not today, not ever.” My heart breaks, I could have cried but my fingers sink into my scalp. “I am not one of those sluts you run to when you are bored.”The throbbing in my groin intensifies, I frown at the stubborn woman looming over me. What the fuck is El talking about? Except for that day, I have been faithful, more faithful than she will ever be. Breathing through my mouth, I tug on my beards and murmur, “What are you saying? There’s only you.”“Brandon, just go to sleep.”Her dismissal irritates me, I sit up with my spine stiffer than a pen. I am not a kid. “No. I want to kiss you, I want to fuck you, El. I need food, rest and sex. Sex. It has been too long.” Horniness must have tripped a switch in my brain because I am full on ranting now. I need a release and she’s the only one who can satisfy me. “Elna, just th
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A faint sound pierces through the fog in my skull. “Sleepyhead, you missed the girls.” The familiar voice floats in my head, it takes soft lips pressing to mine in a chaste kiss for my brain to jumpstart into action. My eyes flutter open to brown ones, El smiles and my thoughts fade. I want this daily. “Good morning.”“Morning, baby.” My palms automatically find her breasts, she releases a soft moan when I touch them. Prying my hands off her, she pouts. I sit up, my movements are a bit slow but the smile never leaves her lips. I yawn. “What’s the time?” She tells me and the rest of the sleep vanishes. Shit. “What of the girls?”“Gone.”“Gone?” She nods. Shame courses through me, my fist connects with my temple until she snatches my hand. Her disapproving pout does nothing to make me feel less of an idiot. “I’m such a terrible father.”Creating
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