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“Oh, stop it. You know you love me,” she teases, with the biggest grin crossing her beautiful face.
“Like a fucking sledgehammer to the head.” I scoff.
She smiles. “Knew you liked it rough, you kinky fucker.”
Groaning, I turn and start walking away from her. Hurricane is chuckling the entire time. “See you tomorrow, Maxxy,” I call out, heading straight for my room.
“Don’t be late!” she replies, trying to get a rise out of me, but I don’t reply.
My back hurts like a bitch, and I need to get some relief—somehow.
But I don’t think fucking tiger balm is going to do the trick this time.
As I pass City and Izzy’s room, my brow rises, and I stop at the door letting out a sigh. “Fuck it!” I whisper and gently knock on the woodgrain. A minute or so later, the door opens to City, standing shirtless, and he lifts his chin. “Brother, you okay? I was kinda in the middle ofdoingsomething.”
I smirk, understanding his code. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your time with your wife, brother, but… I need her skills.”
City jerks his head back, glances over his shoulder at Izzy, and then there’s clear movement from inside the room. “It’s okay, City, we were pretty much done anyway,” Izzy says, stepping around the door, wearing an oversized shirt of City’s, her long, toned legs bare and on display.
They were definitely fucking.
“I’ll come back. It’s not urgent—”
“Nonsense, let me put on some pants, and then you can tell me what you need.” She smiles before walking to their closet and pulls out some leggings, threading her feet through the ends.
“Are you sure? Honestly, I can come back later. Much,muchlate—”
“Hoodoo, I can see by the way you’re standing that you are in pain. Let me help you. It’s my job to make sure you guys are all okay.”
“All right, but just a quick manipulation, and then you’re coming right back.”
City chuckles, pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll see you later, baby. We can continue this then. Don’t rush back.”
Izzy pulls on some sandals with a bright smile. “Oh, I won’t. I know you’re gonna go off and do your VP thing.”
He walks over and yanks her to his body. She lets out a small squeal as she wraps her arms around his neck, then he leans in, kissing her so passionately that I turn my back while a soft whimper escapes Izzy’s lips.
I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have that kind of passion with someone.
To feel that kind of emotional connection.
To bethatin love.
I want what they have one day.
I want that kind of love.
To be so in sync with that someone.
To be unconditionally devoted to that someone.
My mind wanders to the one person who I could possibly see that with. The one person who I have been able to rely on to always support me no matter what.
‘G’
I’ve spent countless hours wondering what ‘G’ stands for—Gabriella, Georgia, Gemma, Genevieve? There are so many options. And I’ve spent the last six years trying to decipher that one letter with no luck.
All I do know is that ‘G’ never lets me down.
