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My cock perked up in interest when Lehra pressed her tits against my chest. “Well, enough about all that,” I told her, standing with her legs wrapped around my waist. “If I only have one night with the beautiful Lena, I don’t want to waste any more time.”

I didn’t even bother drying us off, instead lying her on the bathmat and making love to her wet body until we were both spent.

Chapter 33

I heard a knockon my door and could literally feel my face brighten. It was probably Cruz stopping by before I left for Kassie’s, and his presence always made me positively giddy.

We spent most nights together, alternating between my apartment and his. Both felt equally like home to me.

After he’d told me about his paternity secret a month ago, it seemed like we’d grown closer than ever. I loved the trust we had in each other. And, well, I lovedhim.

Not even checking the peephole, I swung the door open and grinned. “Hey, sexy!” But it wasn’t my hunky Cuban on the other side of the door.

No, it was Dwight.

Fuck.

My former fiancé’s eyes flashed with surprise at my enthusiastic greeting that hadn’t been meant for him. At all.

“Well hey, beautiful.” He pulled me into a hug, and I gave him a little pat on the back before quickly extracting myself from his arms.

Doing my best to keep my tone neutral, I asked, “What are you doing here?”

He grinned winningly. “I worked some things out and got transferred to New York.”

What in the fucking fuck?

“Oh. Well. That’s… something,” I hedged, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Great, right?” he asked, face beaming.

Not exactly the adjective I was thinking of.

I stared at the man I’d been prepared to marry and felt… nothing. So much nothing. How was that even possible?

How was it that the feelings I’d had for Dwight seemed like strings while my feelings for Cruz were like strong ropes? The kind sailors used on ships, hardy and powerful and all-binding.

“Lehhhhraaaa,” Dwight sang, waving a hand in front of my face with a chuckle. “Big surprise, right?”

“The biggest,” I muttered. “So what are you doing here?”

His brow creased at my less-than-thrilled tone. “I just told you, I got transferred to New York.”

“Yes, but what are you doinghere, specifically?” I pointed at the floor. “At my apartment?”

“You’d put me on your visitor’s list, so the concierge let me up. I came to see you,” he returned, like I was mentally challenged for even asking. “So we can give this another shot.”

“No.” The word wasn’t shouted, but it was no less emphatic, and he took a step back.

“What do you mean no?”

“It’s a two-letter word, Dwight. It’s not that difficult.”

He managed to widen his eyes and scrunch his eyebrows at the same time, a hybrid expression of shock and hurt.

“But I-I moved here for you.”

I let out a sigh, showing a hint of the exasperation I was feeling. “That wasn’t a very smart thing to do Dwight, you moved here without even talking to me first?”

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