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I don’t like those crazy ideas, considering my girlfriend is capable of choking me out and doing God knows what in the meantime. We need boundaries here, rules. I’m— Fuck! I’m more than a little fucking uneasy.

“Kat!”

She doesn’t come back, and her shit grin flickers in my mind again. Annoyed, I get up and stomp toward the bathroom. “You are so in trouble. The fuck you get these ideas from? Axavier? That guy, I swear…”

My cock is still hard, and Kat needs a proper spanking, plus the clear message that there are certain things I refuse to compromise on, including…

Pegging, seriously?

But we’ll discuss it while I fuck her.

Because when her pussy is filled with my cock, she’s a lot more agreeable.

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Agenda#2 is probably the most important meeting since the one when Gen-Alpha medication was approved by the FDA.

Seven board members and I are discussing the possibility of taking Gen-Alpha public, which is a huge deal, not only for the board members and investors but also for the people affected by radiation. An IPO will ensure the availability of the drug through health insurance.

I take the time to dress up and enjoy Kat studying my attire like I’m a model. I’ve always been more or less calm even before the most important meetings. Now, if it all fails, I know I have something to come back home to—her. I’ll always have her, and the thought makes me feel invincible.

“You know,” I say, sharing yet another secret thought. There’s a lot of this between us lately. “I used to get jealous when I saw Droga and Callie back at Deene staring all gooey-eyed at each other. I’m a selfish asshole, that was the only reason I lured her away from him. I was afraid to lose my best friend, and did anyway.” I walk up to her and pull her into me. “But if anyone ever tried to pull something like that with you and take you away from me… I swear, Kat, I would rip their hearts out and put them on a stake on public display like they did in medieval times.”

“Mr. Chancellor, ever the romantic.”

“I can never lose you, Kat.” I bow my head to press my forehead to hers.

“You know what? If anyone tried to steal you away from me, I’d do much worse. There are those interrogation techniques they used at Chinese prison camps during—”

“Wild thing.” I press my forefinger to her lips, silencing her. “This was supposed to be romantic.”

She shakes her head, laughing. “I’m joking.”

She pulls back and fixes my suit jacket. “Looking gorgeous,” she says, stretching her hand toward my face, her forefinger about to tap my nose. I clutch my teeth at it, making her squeal, then pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder. My wound is not fully healed yet, making me wince with pain, but I can’t help messing with her.

While Kat whales and threatens and claws at my ass, I carry her to the front door, then set her down and give her a kiss.

“Slate is outside, but lock the door. There’s a new code on it.”

“What is it?”

“0525”

“Why?”

“The day you washed ashore Zion.”

Kat’s smile flickers on and off—she gets shy instantly in moments like this—then she whispers, “I love you so much.”

I’ll never tire of hearing this. My heart does a “back willie,” “front willie,” and “burnout” all at once.

“What was that?” I smile, wanting her to say it louder. She’s still in practice mode when she says things like this and shies away right after.

“Love you, bye!” she blurts and shuts the door in my face, making me laugh as I walk toward my bike.

I get to the Center when a message beeps on my phone.

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