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CHAPTER 35

Drake

Why did the sex with her have to be so sublime?

Why did the whole night have to be so sublime?

My M-O was to fuck and forget. Roll on, roll off. My cardinal rule was to never get emotionally involved with a woman and never let anyone spend the night in my bed. Maybe she didn’t physically sleep over, but the memory of her kept me up in more ways than one. My cock erect and restless, I relieved myself, reliving our night together. Her coming over and over. All over my face. My hand. My cock. She was the perfect fit. The perfect fuck. The perfect woman. I felt totally connected to her.

And it was so much more than just the incredible sex and the fact that she was insatiable. I felt connected to her in another powerful way that had nothing to do with my cock. It had everything to do with my heart. All the emotions she made me feel. Who would have thought that I could get off on writing a note from the Tooth Fairy over milk and cookies? Every minute with her made me drunk with lust…and love. And there was her magical little girl who somehow connected our hearts, made us inseparable. Together, they brought out a fierce need for me to possess and protect them. A need to take care of them every way I could.

I was already up when my alarm sounded. My morning wood throbbed.

Fuck this shit.

Change of plans.

I wasn’t going to New York.

At least alone.

Grabbing my cell phone from my nightstand, I made three calls.

The first to my mother.

The second to Brock.

The third to Dee.

Cha-ching! Cha-ching! Cha-ching!