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“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?"

-What a Girl Wants. Director: Dennie Gordon

Summer

"Thanks Peter."

I open the door of the Aston Martin and cross the sidewalk to the 7A office building.

I am already two minutes late.

It had been a surprise when Karma had called me last night and asked me to come over.

What was more shocking? Sinclair had allowed me to leave. It was unlike him, to let me out of his sight. He liked me by his side, in bed and out of it. And every second in between. Possessive Jerkface—and I use that term affectionately, I promise.

He'd told me I must go if Karma needed me. He'd insisted that Peter drive me, and I had accepted. I didn't want to put myself in a situation where the Mafia could get to me either.

It would only compromise Sinclair's standing to do so. Besides I had found my way back to him, no way was I going to lose him again.

Still, a little bit of distance is also healthy, right? One night away from him, to have space to myself, to recuperate from the impact of his physical closeness that I am reeling from... Surely, my sore pussy and my thighs that have been getting one hell of a workout this last month would appreciate it... You'd think? I hasten my steps.

I had the money to buy out the apartment we'd rented and gift it to my sister. It had taken a good chunk from the money that had hit my bank account. Yeah, London's a bloody expensive city.

I had almost not accepted the cash, but Karma had reminded me that I had earned it fair and square. It was part of my deal with Sinclair.

Besides, it means I have a base and Karma has a home—as Sinclair had not hesitated to remind me. This once, the alphahole had been right too. So, I had taken the money and used it. He'd also had a bodyguard assigned to Karma, for which I was grateful.

I had accepted a job with him... as the Director of Marketing for FOK Media and 7A Investments.

The quizzing division he'd mentioned earlier? That was off the table.

Instead, I was relaunching my marketing consultancy as a quizzing company, using the money that I had earned.

It would be separate from any of Sinclair's other business interests.

When I'd mentioned this to Sin, he'd been more than supportive. He'd suggested that I pitch it for a loan with FOK Media to fund international expansion, rather than dip into my personal funds. Hmm, it couldn't be because he wanted to watch out for me, huh? It did make business sense though, so I'd agreed.

I glance at the time on my phone.

Damn it, I’m five minutes late now. I’d wasted time at Karma’s this morning, not wanting to say good-bye. I’d have taken the tube to save time, but Sin had insisted I wait until Peter arrived to pick me up. Sinclair Sterling, still an alphahole. But he was my alphahole. Mine.

My fingers tingle and my scalp tightens.

So close to seeing him again. His masculine scent, that hard voice, those beautiful lips that could tease me to orgasm, while his tongue stabbed in and out of me... in a simulation of how his cock would be buried inside of me... soon, very soon. Moisture teases my core. Damn. How, I've missed the man. Missed his dominance, the sense of security, his warmth, his closeness, his ability to look inside my soul, and read my fears. I am complete when he is in me. Corny much? I huff out a breath.

If this is love... Well, I don't want to know the alternative. It isn't all physical—okay, a lot of the attraction is, and my poor ravaged cunt appreciates that, honestly. It's more... It's the way he follows me with his gaze, the way he watches me when he thinks I am not aware, how he holds the door open for me, loans me his jacket without asking if I am cold. How he'd agreed to my keeping a separate room in his house, no questions asked, even as his lips had firmed at the suggestion. Surprised? So was I.

I had wanted an expression of my independence, a place I could retreat to, where I could think, read, stare into the distance. He has his study and this retreat is mine. It is a room that opens up off of his bedroom, that he had insisted on, and I had agreed. No use prodding the monster more than needed, right?

He'd invited the rest of the Seven home—at my suggestion— and we'd played... One guess. Yeah, movie trivia night. OMG. It was hilarious, and addictive, and there had been sparks flying between my friends and some of the Seven. Karma had been absent that night...

All the more reason that I had made sure to go when she had called yesterday. We'd spent the night talking, gossiping, and she'd waved goodbye to me this morning with a strange look in her eyes. My footsteps slow.

Maybe I should have stayed with her, found out what was bothering her? I am sure that she'd called me to discuss something... but every time I had tried to bring it up, she'd changed the topic. And I... I had been too consumed by my new obsession, my passion, my love for the man who Sinclair Sterling is turning out to be.

Sin. As sinful in deed as in name. As sexy as hell when he spanks me, torments me to the edge, then makes love to me with a tenderness that soothes away the pain.