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Lord help me, if you don’t…

I’ll be waiting at home.

In our bed.

Wearing only that.

Fuck me.

That’s the plan.

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Charlotte

Brownie and I are going on a walk.

I miss you. I feel like you’ve barely been home when I am lately.

Daniel

Sorry, baby. I promise, this weekend is all yours.

It’s almost that time of my cycle, you know…

Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

Only that you better bring your A-game tonight, Mr. Bradford.

Don’t tell me you need a reminder of the way I tongue-fucked you til you screamed my name last night, Mrs. Bradford.

You’re the worst. Why did I say yes again?

Because you love me?I hoped. I wished.

CHAPTER29

Charlotte

“Daniel?” I raised an eyebrow, dropping my arms before going to pause my music.

He flipped the lock on the dance studio door, even though I knew no one else would come here this time of night.

“Why are you here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. “I was going to head home soon.”

“You’re ovulating.”

“I’m—what?” I blinked. “Why do you know that?”

“I get the notifications from your tracker on my phone,” he muttered sheepishly.

“Oh.” I blushed. “You…” He’d synced my app? How had he even known to do that?

“Yeah.”

“We can wait till I’m home, you know.” I looked down at my dance attire. I’d pulled on a slouchy sweater over my leggings, but other than that, I wasn’t feeling sexy. Plus, this sort of felt like desecrating hollowed grounds.

I looked around the studio. It was late enough that everyone had gone home, Juily and Isabella included, leaving just me here, working on choreographing a new routine.

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