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I stick my finger in my ear and wiggle it. “Sorry, bit of a blockage.”

I look away, wanting nothing more than to bang my head against the wall right then.

As we enter the apartment, Scar is up on a ladder changing, or at least pretending to change the light bulb. I look left and right. Where the hell did he get a ladder from?

He casually looks over his shoulder at Star. “Hey darlin’, do us a favour and flick the switch.” He points, gesturing to it. I just stand there with wide eyes, still wondering where hell he got a ladder from.

Star moves and switches the light on and off. “There we go, all good.” Scar nods as he climbs down the ladder. I’m still busy looking everywhere wondering where the hell he got the fucking ladder.

“Thanks Scar,” I mutter, still looking around the apartment.

Star places her bag down on the kitchen counter. “Are you ready for these interviews?” she asks.

“Huh?” I ask, spinning around to face her.

“The interviews,” she repeats.

“Oh yeah, I will let you lead them,” I suggest.

“Okay, but you are the tattooist. You know what to ask,” Star reminds me.

“Right, right.” I nod eagerly.

Star eyes me. “You alright?” she asks.

“Yes!” I screech. I cough and clear my throat. “Sorry, something is stuck in my throat.” Scar walks towards me and pretends to rub my back, but instead he glides his hand down over my behind. I stiffen.

“I’m going to head off. The prospect will be watching out the front,” he states. “Need anything, just message me,” he says before placing a kiss on the top of my head, while giving my ass cheek a little squeeze. My entire body tenses and I try my best to keep my face neutral. I would be texting him tonight and give him a piece of my mind.

He walks out of the apartment closing the door behind him. I hold up my hand to Star. “One moment, I forgot to pay him.” I rush out the door and down the steps to him. “Scar!” I hiss. He stops on the bottom step and turns to face me, a big shit eating grin on his face. “Do not smile at me like that, and stop touching my ass and kissing my head in front of other people,” I hiss.

He grabs my top in his fist and yanks me forward, crashing his mouth down to mine, kissing me breathless. He breaks the kiss, and I have to grip hold of the railing to steady myself. He just flashes me a smile.

My brain takes a moment to kick back in before I remember. “Condom!” I hiss loudly, pointing in the direction of the back room before running back up the stairs to Star.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

RHEA

After today’sevents I needed a long hot bath. Star thankfully took over the interviews, because my mind kept wandering off, thinking about the day’s endless sexcapades. At one point I was blushing and forgetting what to say. Star asked at one point if I was going through the menopause. She thought I was having brain fog and hot flushes! I swiftly reminded her that I was only 30.

Thankfully, Oliver was tired from school, something to do with soccer try-outs at lunchtime. He was already fast asleep in bed, and after my long soak, I climb into bed and pick up my phone, seeing a text message.

A: You free Friday? A xx

My fingers hover over the keys, wondering what to reply. Why does this feel like cheating, like I’m lying? My phone vibrates in my hand, signalling another message.

A: I know you saw Scar today. Stop overthinking it.

I smile and bite my bottom lip as I type my reply.

R: How do you know that is what I was thinking? I could just be thinking of reasons to blow you off.

I hit send and wait for his reply. It doesn’t take him long.

A: Because I know you and I know how your mind works. Mama, you can blow me anytime. ;)

I laugh and shake my head before typing my reply.

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