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Every moment felt like old times-- carefree, like being kids again. I won the next two rounds, and we called it quits to go home and finish off the night by fucking and sucking to see who had the most orgasms.

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Feeling a slight buzz from last night, I slowly removed my shades and relaxed in the chair across from Sarai in her office. I promised Amena that I would handle Kayne’s birthday party and, after the extra shower sex we had when I woke up, my ass was all too happy to get over there in a hurry.

“Let me guess, you had a nice night with your girl.” Sarai tore up a piece of paper and tossed it in the trash.

“Every moment with my girl is perfect.”

“Get to the reason why you’re barging in my office for my attention, Laikin. I’m still cleaning up the mess from you boasting on the race track other day.”

“Why would I slack on my joy in winning a race? They better get thicker skin.”

“Typical male driven ego.”

“Sarai, you are my favorite.”

“Which means you want something.”

“Nothing too crazy.”

“Answer is no.”

“I didn't even tell you what I need help with. At least hear it first.”

“Go ahead.”

“Kayne's birthday.”

Like a tornado she ripped my idea apart. “No.”

“Sarai.”

Her eyes flared up but cooled down. “Laikin, I am running a million-dollar business; you are not my only client.”

“Favorite client—you can admit it.”

A small part of her liked Amena. “Funny.”

“Come on, sis. A small gathering of his friends and family, at Disneyland or something.”

“Disneyland!”

“Too small?” I jested.

Sarai pointed at the door. “Laikin, get out of my office.”

“Once you agree to handle the party planning, I will leave and not bother you for a week.”

“That’s a lie because we have a magazine interview coming up.”

“All the more reason to help your brother out. I promised my girl.”

“See, promising something you had no business even dreaming up… I am not an assistant. I help to keep your shenanigans out of the public eye.”

I was loving every minute of getting under her skin. “And you do a beautiful job, sis.”

“Get out!” Her glare was comical.

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