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James inhales sharply, before running his hands down over my ass, cupping and squeezing me.

“Where’s Jye?” he asks.

“He’s at Layla’s having a play-date with Cole,” I say.

“Fucking perfect,” he rumbles, slapping my ass once.

“Strip and wait for me in the bedroom. I want you laid out and ready for me,” he demands, taking a step back towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” I ask him.

“To get my iPod,” he says. I shrug and run to the room, stripping down and waiting for my man.

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Chapter Thirteen

Two weeks later

James

“So, I guess the honeymoon stage is already over then?” I drawl, purposely annoying her.

She ignores me, but shoots an evil look my way, before continuing to fold the clothes. Whenever Sasha is mad or upset, she cleans.

“Sasha-”

“Why does she call you so much?” she asks, the hurt visible in the tremor of her lips.

“Sasha, it’s just about her cases, things like that,” I lie. Tatiana had indeed called last night asking questions about how solid Sasha and I are. I didn’t feel comfortable with the conversation at all. Apparently the woman still thinks she has a chance with me. I need to take care of this before it escalates. I already have enough on my plate without having to deal with Tatiana.

“Bullshit!” she curses, folding another pair of jeans. I’d lost count after five, but apparently the woman owns a lot of pairs of jeans.

“Seriously, you don’t see my exes calling me,” she snaps.

“They wouldn’t dare,” I rumble cockily. This was apparently not the right thing to say. I move to avoid the pair of jeans that go flying past my face.

“I only have two weeks left of this work, Sasha-”

“So, you’re going to cut her out, then?” she asks, placing her hands on her hips. Her bangles cling together with the motion.

“Cut her out?” I ask.

“Yeah, you know, when you cut someone out. You avoid them, don’t answer their calls and delete them from your life. Kind of like you did to me when I was calling you from Scotland," she says, taking a low blow.

“Ouch,” I mutter.

“Yes or no, James,” she demands.

“I can’t just cut her out,” I sigh, rubbing my hand over the back of my neck in frustration.

“So, you can do it to me, but not her?” she asks, her voice getting higher in pitch. Definitely not a good sign.

I make a ‘calm down’ gesture with my hands that just makes her more pissed off. I can almost see the steam coming out of her ears.

“She still wants you, James, it’s pretty fucking obvious!” she yells.

“Sasha, I broke up with her for you. I haven’t even looked at her in that way again! Stop being such a bitch for no reason!” I tell her, losing my temper. She storms into the bathroom and slams the door. Luckily Jye is at my mother’s and not here to witness this. I cringe when my phone rings and it's Tatiana. I palm my face and wait for her to leave a message. When my phone beeps I put it to my ear to listen to it.

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