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Her fingers whizzed across her keyboard, a gentle smile painted on her pink lips.

At the same time, I couldn’t let Bethany destroy her happiness. I needed to do something. After slamming my tablet into my purse, I stood up before I could stop myself.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, then hurried to the bathroom at the rear of the private jet. My stomach twisted into knots, and I … I wanted to stop myself.

But I couldn’t.

Bethany wouldn’t take away more of Laila’s happiness. I would give Laila what she wanted.

I hope she wants this.

Once I shut and locked the door behind me, I pushed my pants to the ground and squatted over the toilet. Thoughts whirled through my mind.

What the fuck am I doing?! Why am I doing this at all? Removing my own IUD to get pregnant?

Does Constantino want this? Does Laila want this?

By the way she had been acting this week, she did. She had been giving me all the signs.

And last night … last night had made me so happy. I hadn’t felt that way with another guy in so long, and to know that he had taken candid pictures of me the same way that he had snapped pictures of Laila on vacation … the way he had kissed me …

God, I can still feel his lips on mine.

There was nothing in the contract about what would happen if I got pregnant or that I had to be on birth control, and my crazy, possessive brain rationalized that to mean that they didn’t care if I was on birth control or not.

Swallowing hard, I plunged two fingers into my pussy.

Why am I …

How can I be doing this?

It was dark. Disturbing. Maybe illegal.

But Constantino and Laila did far more illegal shit. They were in the mob, for fuck’s sake. I was the Mafia boss’s and his wife’s toy.

Their toy. Their toy. Their fucking toy, who is now fishing around in her vagina for her IUD string.

Fuck it.

I closed my eyes and reached inside my pussy with my fingers. I pushed deeper and deeper into my cunt, trying to reach the IUD because it must’ve been buried deep, deep inside me. So far that it … almost wasn’t there at all.

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After ten minutes or more of trying to find the string in different positions, I collapsed onto the toilet with my legs spread and tried one last time to find it. I fished around for it, my fingers moving in all different directions.

And nothing.

Nothing!

It wasn’t inside me. When did it fall out? How long has it been?

“Sage!” Laila called from right outside the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”

Heart pounding, I snapped my head up from between my thighs and stared at the closed door. My pants were on the ground, my fingers covered in my pussy juices. I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t know what to say.

Yes? No? That I don’t have my IUD anymore?

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