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The phone rang again.
“Security would knock down the door if something were wrong, right?” Bexley asked as Alex sucked.
“They better not fucking come near a door,” Alex stated, licking up the side of Bexley’s neck.
The phone continued to ring.
“Babe, should you get it?”
“No,” Alex answered defiantly, slipping off Bexley’s underwear.
“Are you going to make me come instead?”
“Yes.”
Bexley laughed as Alex rolled on top of her.
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“Three phone calls, five text messages, and I resorted to leaving two voicemails, Alexandria,” her mother said.
“Mother, is something wrong?”
“Yes, I don’t know where my daughter is, and security isn’t telling me anything.”
“Mother, I am fine,” Alex told her, running her hand through Bexley’s hair as she slept on Alex’s chest. “I went away for the weekend.”
“To Wales? I know where the plane is, Alexandria. Why didn’t you join us in Balmoral?”
“I made other plans,” she replied, noting that Bexley was totally asleep, not waking at all to the conversation. Alex smiled at the thought. “I’m all right, though. I’ll be back in Kleinland later today.”
“No, you need to come home.”
“What? Why?”
“Alexandria, it’s time to stop playing around in Kleinland or, apparently, in Wales and America. You need to leave thefriendI’m sure you brought with you and come home.”
Alex rolled her eyes and said, “I’m busy, Mother.”
“We have the family portrait this week.”
“That’s not this week.”
“Your father moved up the photographer.”
“And this has nothing to do with you wanting me to come home?”
“Actually, no,” the woman replied. “He requested this on his own. Heisthe King, you know?”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. He simply said he wanted to take the official portrait earlier this year. My guess, it has to do with the news your brother and Margaret gave us this weekend.”
“What news?”
“They are going to try to have another baby. Well, they’ve already been trying,” her mother said. “It’s possible Margaret would be pregnant by the Christmas photo. Your father probably wants one of the family now, as is, and then another at Christmas.”
“But why does–”