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I grab her hips to increase the pace for her. I need to make sure she gets off. I don’t think it’ll be too hard. I slam her up and down a few more times, and she detonates.

After she rides out her orgasm, I roll us over.

I close my eyes as I push in and out of her. I imagine Cassandra’s blue eyes. Her body. Her perfect ass. How hard she likes me to fuck her. This girl is screaming, but I’m drowning it out, imagining Cassandra’s demanding screams. She doesn’t ever just lay there like this girl is. She unapologetically takes what she wants from me. That’s what I need from a woman.

A few pumps and I’ll be there. I pretend to feel Cassandra’s nails scratching down my back. I love when she does that. Ahh. Finally, there.

I eventually open my eyes to see this girl staring at me. I can’t really read her expression. “Umm, that was pretty intense. You were kind of in another world, going at it really hard. Is everything okay?”

I pull out of her to dispose of the condom. “I’m sorry. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, I’ve just never been fucked quite that hard.” She rubs my face. “I liked it. I just wasn’t expecting it. You were kind of the jokester at the bar tonight. I didn’t see this coming.”

“Okay. Good.” I roll off her and take care of business.

I stay as long as I need to in order to not be a dick, but I leave as quickly as I can. I don’t want to be here.

I’ve been in New York City for over five months. For the most part, I’m having fun. I’ve made a lot of new friends.

Dad’s given me free reign over the business up here. I have seven people working with me in the office. I co-manage the office with a woman named Laurel. She’s very smart, and has been in this business for many years. I’ve enjoyed learning from her.

I talk with Dad and Payton nearly every day. Between the two of them and Laurel, I feel like I already have a decent handle on things. I’m fortunate that I’m given so much latitude and decision-making authority despite my being relatively new. I know Dad wouldn’t give it to me if he didn’t think I could handle it. I’m happy he thinks I can.

I go out a lot. Nearly every single night. I hate being home alone. Having a twin my whole life makes it hard to be here by myself. Who knew I’d miss having Hayden as a roommate as much as I do. I certainly won’t be telling him that though.

I keep waiting for a woman who truly interests me. I haven’t found any one that comes close. There is no one like Cassandra Blackstone. She’s a different breed of woman from all the rest.

Of course, I miss our physical connection, it was out of this world, but I actually just miss her. She makes me laugh. She makes me happy. I miss talking to her. I always loved our conversations. She’s so smart, confident, and worldly.

I’ve considered calling her about a thousand times. I end up texting with Reagan every time I’m feeling this way.

All the girls have become sisters to us, but Reagan and I are particularly tight. I decide to text her.

Me: Hey sis. What are you wearing?

Reagan: Hey bro. A 200-pound sexy Italian man. You?

Me: Ha. Definitely not a 200-pound sexy Italian man. I may have been wearing a 125-pound sexy Italian woman earlier though.

Reagan: I hope she was super hot. Mine is.

Me: I barely noticed.

Reagan: Missing her?

Me: Who?

Reagan: The old retiree you were hung up on before you left. The one you’re clearly still missing, and decide to text me instead of having the balls to just call her.

Me: I hate having smart sisters. It’s annoying. Now I remember why I moved away.

Reagan: It wasn’t to avoid our parents’ live porn show at every Sunday night dinner?

Me: That too. I swear I thought my father was asexual until he met your mother.

Reagan: I’m more than confident that he’s not asexual. The big fucking smile on my mother’s face is evidence of that. -- Bro, you’re obviously missing the woman you’re hung up on. Just call her. Or did she already die from old age?

Me: You’re quite a comedian. Maybe I will call her. Thanks. Go back to your hot Italian.

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