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“Thanks, girls.” I tell them as they leave the room.

This makes me feel much better. Grabbing my phone, I laugh as I take a few photos. This is something I want to remember. Something to look back on and know I can look damn good when I want to.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my stomach dropping as I see the time. It’s five to eight. This thing starts at eight. And I’m the 5th person to go on.

All the excitement washes away and I’m back to being a bucket of nerves.

“Oh, god.” I start to panic. What am I doing? Am I crazy? Is it too late to leave?

No, no I can’t leave. If I leave, then I’m shackled to a life of paying off that asshole’s mistakes. No. This is the only way I can live a life for myself. I’m only twenty-seven for fuck’s sakes. I’ve already lost so much time, I’m not losing any more.

“You got this, Cora. Think of the money. Think of how much better your life will be.”

There’s a knock on the door and I jump. “DeeDee? It’s time to go on,” a voice uses the alias name I picked. DeeDee. DD. Daredevil. I have no idea why I went with it, it was the first thing I could think of when I was filling out the information.

Nope, not thinking about him right now. Now is not the time. Never is the time.

Opening the door, I give the woman a nervous smile. “Ready?”

Taking a deep breath, I smile and nod. “Let’s do this.”

Chapter 9

Zack

“Baby, breathe.” I rub Kimmy’s arm as we step off the elevator and kiss her temple.

My wife is a ball of nerves and I don’t blame her. Some might think I’m crazy for not only allowing my wife to bring a woman into our marriage, but the idea being mine.

What people don’t get is that my wife's happiness is the most important thing to me. And if she feels like she’s missing out or that she didn’t get the chance to experience things in life, I’m not going to be the reason she holds back.

I’m confident enough in our love that she’s not going to fall for some woman and run away with them. I’m also a firm believer that it is possible to love more than one person in your lifetime, and sometimes it doesn’t have to be at different times in your life, it could be all at once.

My eyes scan the crowd. This place is alive with music and chatter of the other buyers. For a second I worry someone might recognize me, then I remember that even if they do, they’ve signed NDA’s as did we.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper, eyes widening.

“What?”

“Is that... is that Mr. Robinson?” I whisper in her ear, surprise hitting me as I look at an older gentleman by the bar. He takes the drink from the bartender and walks away.

“Holy shit.” She snorts out a laugh. “I think it is.” We both stare at our old high school principal. Not at all who I thought I’d be running into here.

“This is awesome.” I chuckle.

“Stop it.” Kimmy slaps me on the arm.

“Make me.” I grin down at her, pulling her into my arms. She melts at my touch as I kiss her softly. “How are you doing, Firecracker?”

“I think I need a drink.” She blinks up at me, her pretty brown eyes filled with wonderment and nerves.

“Let’s go get you one. But remember, if you're not feeling this, if no one is catching your attention, we can go home empty handed.”

“Okay.” She nods. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I kiss her again before guiding her to the bar. I keep a possessive arm around her waist, not letting her leave my side.

Once we get our drinks, a woman in purple booty shorts and bra approaches us. “Hi. Are you ready?”

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