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OralSokolov

“This is...” I couldn’t find the words as the weight of the paper turned to stone in myhands.

“It’s the same girl. I thought it would be difficult to track her, but it turns out you weren’t the only one to move to the States, Wolf. She’s here in America,” Anna announced, voice cautious. “You can find everything inthere.”

I stared at the object in my hands. No longer just a piece of paper but a link to my past. A loose end I chose to ignore and leaveunresolved.

She was here. InAmerica.

“Oral’s in America?” I looked up to Anna, her mouth forming a smallsmile.

“She andherson.”

Herson.

I felt the impact hard on my chest, suspended in a state of shock as I continued to just stare at it. Too many emotions were competing in my chest,overwhelmingme.

I knew I stood in silence for a long time before Anna whispered softly to me, “Are you going to lookatit?”

I didn’t know what I was going to do when Anna handed me the file and told me what it was, but somehow, when she asked me that question and I truly thought about what I wanted to do, the answer came easilytome.

“I’mnot.”

Anna looked taken aback by my answer, and even I’d admit it wasn’t what I would have expected, but my eyes traveled over my shoulder and through the crack in the door. If I listened hard enough, I could hear his soft breaths echo through the monitor in our room, and the one downstairs, as his life filled thishouse.

I pushed the envelope toward her. Anna gave it and me a weary look. “Areyousure?”

“I have avoided thinking about Oral for a long time. I was desperate to leave my past behind, and until now, I thought I had. I thought I didn’t need to know about Oral, that I shouldn’t care. But you telling me about her and her son made me realize that I hadn’t left my past behind at all. That I’d been waiting to hear exactly what you just told me. But that being said, Oral and Sasha’s son have their own lives to lead now. They’ve moved on.” I looked back to the door and the blue frame hanging from it before looking back to my own woman, her blue eyes watching me so intently. “It’s about time I do, too. My past doesn’t need meanymore.”

I gestured the envelope toward her, and this time Anna took it and walked back to her office, and I heard the faint sound of the paper shredder fill thehallway.

She walked back out, her own face visibly relaxed as she gazed upon mine. She brushed up against my chest, her nipples poking through her silk gown into my bare shirt. “You’re past might not need you anymore, Wolf,” she purred, her hand slipping lower to the rim of my shorts as her finger pulled on the waist. “But I do.” She let her finger go, and the elastic snapped against my waist, standing my body to attention as Anna darted fast out of my grip, sprinting back toward thebedroom.

I growled, turning on my heels as I came eye to eye with the frame in front of thestairs.

I looked for a moment at the torn property cut hanging on the wall. The bullet marks made some of the writing indistinguishable, but if you looked carefully enough, you could still see the words would match Anna’s new property jacket hanging in the wardrobe. It would be the same jacket Anna never made a single mention of as I hung it up where I would see it every time I walked into our bedroom, reminding me of the same thing every single time I left and every time I camebackhome.

It reminded me of what I had to cherish. What I had to protect. And what I could never ever risk losing again. It was a warning and a reminder to never take for granted whatIhad.

A warning I would neverforget.

“Wolf!” Anna hissed in a whisper, cutting off my heavy thoughts as she stood in the doorway, her silk dressing gown gone as she exposed herself in her beautiful, curvy glory, tits out, ready for battle as she cocked her finger at me, and with the grace of no lady, purred, “Come get me, you fatbastard.”

“Oh, I will,” I growled quietly, my foot taking a step forward, her eyes growing with pent-up lust. “I’m gonna come take my bitch, however Iwanther.”

“Fuck you,” Anna hissed under her breath. “I’m not yourbitch.”

Shewas.

I was her fat bastard, and she was my bitch. That’s how it was. And how itwouldstay.

I wouldn’t have it anyotherway.

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