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He holds my back to his front and his hand comes up and wraps around my throat. He forces me to look straight ahead at us in my bathroom mirror. I can see the steam spilling over the top of the shower since the water is still on. “So beautiful,” he says, getting my attention as his eyes slowly run up and down my naked body in the mirror. His free hand comes around and cups my pussy. I suck in a deep breath as I move up onto my tiptoes.

My pussy throbs and I spread my legs, needing more. He smiles at me in the mirror. “Always in a hurry.” He takes his fingers and spreads my lips allowing him to push a finger into me. “Do I make you this wet?” he asks with a raised brow.

I nod.

“Tell me,” he demands.

“Yes.” I hiss in a breath as he tightens his hand around my throat. I love when he’s like this. It was so different with Rodger than it is with Dash. He makes me feel wanted. Not used.

“Well, then I think I need to do something about it.”

His hand leaves my throat and places it on my back. He pushes me forward and I put my hands on the countertop. His one hand stays between my legs and he adds another finger. I moan as I drop my head forward and take in a deep breath.

“Oh, no,” he says. “You’re going to watch.” His removes his fingers, and he lifts my head. I stare at him standing behind me in the mirror. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come.”

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I stand in my kitchen as I try to cook Dash breakfast. I’ve lived here for three years, and I can probably count on one hand how many times I have used the kitchen to cook something. It’s not because I’m lazy or prefer to eat out, it’s just that I don’t know how to cook. My mother never taught me; I’m not sure she even knows how. Growing up, we had chefs.

I woke up this morning and saw Dash sleeping next to me, his long shaggy hair covering his forehead. I reached over, kissed his warm face, and then got out of bed, wanting to do something special for him. And what else says I love you better than breakfast in bed?

Too bad it’s not going as planned because I’ve already burned two pancakes. I managed to pull the third one off before it burned, but it’s not done.

I raise my hands in the air trying to fan the smoke out of my face and then I hear the smoke detector in the kitchen going off. “Shit!” I grab a towel off the counter and yank a chair from the kitchen table. I place it under the smoke detector and start fanning. By the time it shuts off, my arms are tired from being lifted above my head.

“What is happening in here?” Dash calls out as he walks into the kitchen. He waves his hand in front of his face as he looks around.

I jump up off the chair and sit down in it. Defeated. “I was trying to cook you breakfast, but I failed.”

He laughs, and I narrow my eyes on him. He coughs to try to stop it. “You don’t have to cook me breakfast.”

“I know. I was just trying to be nice.”

“Aww…” He reaches down and pulls me to stand, wrapping his arms around me. “That’s so sweet.”

I pucker my lips, and he gives me a soft kiss. “But it looks like we’re going out for breakfast or I’m gonna starve to death.”

I pull back and playfully slap him on his bare chest, which makes him laugh even harder.

I walk away from him and over to the counter to answer my now ringing phone. “Hey, girl,” I say with a silly smile on my face as I watch Dash shake his head at my attempt of cooking.

“Oh, my God, Tabatha,” Jackie screeches. “Have you seen the news?” she all but screams in my ear.

“No,” I respond frowning. I try not to watch the news. It’s so depressing. And last I heard, my and Rodger’s incident was still a very heavy topic.

“Turn on the TV,” she says in a rush. “It’s on almost every channel.”

“What is?” I ask not even bothering to move. Dash stands across from me, leaning back against the other countertop as he watches me carefully. My mouth waters as my eyes roam over his body. The only thing he has on is a pair of black boxers.

“Dash. You and Dash. Pictures have been released of you guys kissing up at the track. People are saying it’s why Rodger did what he did. Because you were cheating on him with Dash.”

“Pictures?” The only pictures I can remember ever being taken are the ones that the guy tried to blackmail us with. “How could they have been released?” I ask out loud.

“The hell if I know. No one cares who took them or how they got released. Just the story behind you two.”

My eyes scan Dash’s face, but there isn’t one wrinkle. Not one frown. Not one sign of concern of the situation on his face. “I’ll call you back.” She starts to ramble, but I hang up on her. “I know you could hear her. Why don’t you look surprised? Or mad?”

“How do you want me to look?”

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