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Calvin

S taring down at my phone, I grind my jaw. Surely, it’s an error, a system fucking glitch. Something.

I refuse to believe she blocked me. Me.

After last night and into this morning.

No.

Not buying it.

When I called the system operator, I was informed I’d been blocked.

Why the fuck would she block me? She soaked my cock so much I could have drowned in her cum.

She came so hard she blacked out.

She moaned until her throat sounded damaged.

It was the best night ever.

So why the fuck has she blocked me?

Me.

I throw my phone against the desk and sigh when it doesn’t shatter.

Then I chew on my lip, trying to decide on my next move.

Do I reach out to Rafael, the club owner, and demand her details, or do I leave it?

This dude is Mafia, I can use his skillset.

I chew on my lip, knowing how pissed he would be if I called him over a girl.

We may be social acquaintances through family ties, but I don’t want to piss a Mafia dude off.

Still, it was the best night of my life and the connection I felt with her in that room was like no other.

That girl is mine.

“Did you have the accounts complete for Mr. Holloway?”

I snap my eyes up to meet Emily’s, and need surges through me. Her hazel eyes drill into mine and her lips part, making me want to slam mine against hers, to consume her much like the girl at Oblivion.

Holy shit, this is getting out of control.

I scrub a hand over my head.

“Calvin. Are you okay?” Her soft words filter through my senses, and I clear my throat.

“Yeah. Erm, the Holloway accounts. Here.” I rummage through the files and hold a manila folder out toward her.

When her fingers graze mine, electricity shoots through me.

I stare at the connection between us as the air becomes palpable, an undercurrent of something I can’t quite describe, but my cock takes notice, thickening in my slacks like it didn’t spend the night and early hours buried inside someone.

At least it’s not broke.

She takes the files from me, and my shoulders deflate at the loss of her touch.

Maybe my cock isn’t broke, but I am.

Something is not right with me.

She spins and heads toward the door, and I watch her ass sway, but then I lock onto the movement and something that looks odd.

“Emily?”

She turns her head over her shoulder, and my heart hammers in my chest at her beauty. “Are you hurt?”

Her head rears back and her brows furrow. “Huh?”

“Are you hurt? You’re walking funny.”

A smile graces her pretty face, and she bites into lip. “You weren’t the only one that had a good night last night, Calvin.” Then she winks.

She fucking winks before turning and closing the door behind her, leaving me even more confused.

Something tells me there’s more than meets the eye with Emily Thomas, and for the first time ever, I want to find out what that is.