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Prince

Cheska pulled out of my hug and stepped back. For a minute I thought maybe she was joking, but she just stood there glaring at me. I knew exactly why she was mad, but I decided to play the fool.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

"What's wrong? So, you didn't see your phone ringing yesterday?"

Of course, I saw it, but I was in the middle of telling Henry how fucking amazing sex with you was.

"No, I didn't. I told you I was at Henry's. You know how he gets once he starts talking."

"What were you guys talking about?"

If I tell you that there's a chance of you killing me.

"I don't like when you are mad." I brushed her hair behind her ear and stepped closer to her, crowding her personal space. "After last night, shouldn't we talk?" she shook her head, and I decided not to pressure her to have this conversation. At least not yet. My body was craving for her touch right now, and it wasn't just to fuck. I wanted to make love. I clenched my jaw at the thought of my brain thinking that.