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Ah.I know what it is.She’s missing Kingston again.“Should we have gone to Kingston’s penthouse instead of here?”

I want her to be comfortable here, and she’s moved in a few outfits, some extra toiletries, and so on.But usually we hang at Kingston’s on the off-chance he’ll come home in time to spend time with us.

“No, no, I like coming here, too,” she says.“Besides, who’s going to give Schrödinger the love he needs, if we’re always at Kingston’s place?”

“Is something else troubling you?”I want to make it better.I want to fix everything.I want my little princess to be happy and safe.

“Just something weird that Joel said.I ran into him the other day.”

Ran into him.I’m starting to doubt anything is ever a coincidence in that family.Likely, Joel was looking for an opportunity to talk to Ella, the fucking sleazebag.

“Where did you run into him?”

“A coffee shop.I was just sitting there, reading, and suddenly, he was there.”

I guess the coincidence is possible, but seriously, Joel is bad news.

“What did he say to you?”I ask.

She brushes her fingers over my fist.I’ve clenched it without thinking about it, and I make an effort to relax.Joel isn’t here.I don’t need to defend Ella right at this moment.

“He was just a dick, like normal.He figured out I moved in with you guys, and he made a comment about my apartment and it got weird.I shouldn’t have let him get into my head.”

I wrap my arms around her.“I don’t blame you in the slightest.He did a number on you, and if you ever need some love to counteract his hate, you know where to find me, princess.”

She lifts her mouth to mine and kisses me.I drink in her sweetness, her light, her love.

Schrödinger leaves her lap with a grumpy sound and wanders off.Pretty soon, Ella and I are dry humping like teenagers.Impatiently, I yank down her pants and run my fingers over her pussy, checking how wet she is.

Very.

I free my cock and sink into her silky heat.Our moans and gasps and the rhythmic slaps of our bodies joining fill my apartment.Together, we recreate an ancient song of ecstasy.

Kingston

It’s late.The Maids from Heaven worker has come and gone.I’ve been staring at the Ruberetta account report for three hours.Ironwood has sent in updates about the investigation into Kristin’s kidnapping.They haven’t uncovered anything new.How does a woman just disappear?

Ella’s birthday is in a few days.I want Kristin back at her desk, safe and sound.I want to not have to deal with all the bullshit reports and everything else.

To top off an already exhausting, soul-numbing day, my phone rings and my ex’s name flashes on the display.Sighing, I accept the call.

“Oh, Kingston, hello!You picked up.”

“Hi, Rayanne,” I say without enthusiasm.

“You sound tired.”

“I’m fine.What do you want?”

“Now youreallysound tired,” she says.“Grouchy.Are you still at the office?”

Sighing, I say, “Yes.Now, will you please tell me what you need?I’m getting ready to leave.”

It wasn’t true a minute ago, but as I survey the darkened office, and the glow of my computer monitor, I’m struck by just how fucking lonely I feel.My heart yearns for Ella.I need to get home to my little girl and feel whole again.

“I was just checking up on you,” Rayanne says.

“Well, here I am.Thanks.I’ll talk to you later.”