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It's Hunter. He loves joining me in the shower. I turn around to face him, and he greets me with a smile and a kiss.
"Hello, Bellissima." He looks me over, searching my eyes. "You look stressed."
"It's been a long day." I slip my arms around his neck.
"Let me make it better for you."
"You already have." Just the sight of him lifts my heart.
“I’m sure I can do even better.”
With that sinful smile I love, Hunter pulls me closer, hooks my leg around his waist, and guides his cock to my entrance.
I gasp from the wild sensation of him filling me up, then he starts moving inside me, fucking me against the wall of the shower.
Every thrust promises a magical night when we can’t get enough of each other.
That's exactly what happens.
I have a day off today, so I slept in.
It's lunchtime now, and I'm on my way to meet Emily at the mall.
She's planning another getaway trip to Florida with Aiden next week, so she wanted to get some last-minute dresses.
As I had a spare hour to kill, I’ve decided to head to Layla's apartment to grab some pictures she has of Mom with us when we were little.
She has an album that contains copies of many of the family pictures I destroyed years ago.
I came up with the idea the other day to copy them and make another album for myself.
Layla gave me keys to her apartment when I was supposed to be moving in with her. It’s strange to think of that time now because my life is so different and she’s not even around.
I pull up at her apartment complex ten minutes later and get out of my car.
Layla lives in a contemporary-looking building with manicured lawns and everything state of the art.
The doorman who greets me looks like he was a musician in a former life and hasn’t quite let go of the dream.
After I clear my security with him, I head up to Layla's apartment.
I haven't been here in close to a year.
When I step inside the living room, a hollowness fills me when I realize that everything looks exactly as it did when I was last here.
Of course, it would. Nothing has changed, and no one except me has had any cause to visit.
I don't know what I was expecting, maybe to see Layla magically appear in front of me on the sofa eating ice cream and watching the Kardashians or something like that. Layla is a reality TV junkie.
I blow out a ragged breath and shake my head at myself. There's no point thinking about nonsense. She’s not here and hasn’t been here in months.
With that thought, I make my way into her bedroom and find the closet she keeps her albums in.
I grab the first few from the stack. I can't remember which album it is, but I think it's one of these.
I carry them over to the bed and open the first one, which sadly isn't the one I want. This one has pictures of Layla and her ex-boyfriend Miguel.
Layla and Miguel parted ways because he wanted to move to Australia. Layla made a big fuss out of it, but look at her now, living it up in the Maldives.
