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Where the hell did this guy come from?

Smacking a quick kiss to my lips, he moves down the bed, dragging me down to the edge of the mattress by my ankles. I’m squealing as he lifts me into his arms, throws me over his shoulder, and struts toward my adjoining bathroom.

“Fuck, I love these heels, but I’m going to have to take them off.” He pulls the tie of one of them to unlace it, while I stare at the strong muscles of his ass, my long hair almost touching the floor.

“What a view.” It’s a nice ass. Very nice indeed.

“My view is nicer.” He spanks my ass, making me squeal. I enjoy the feeling of the sting, the rush. Everything he does makes me light up from within.

He said my pussy felt like heaven.

I may have died and might already be there.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Wade

Kali Roth seen cheering on rumored boyfriend, Wade Collins, at winning Eagles game against Bears

Eagles player, Wade Collins, helps team become first team in NHL to reach 30 wins

It’s early morning; the sun hasn’t risen yet.

I’m lying on the floor in Kali’s living room, enjoying the underfloor heating, following the video instructions of the online yogi that’s playing through my phone.

I haven’t missed a day; I’m not letting the fact I woke up at Kali’s instead of my hotel suite be any different. I can’t afford to get off track. No excuses.

I refuse to be deterred.

“Take a deep breath in. Tune in to how your body feels. No judgment,” the yogi says calmly.

Filling my lungs and belly with air through my nose, I hold it for ten seconds.

“And breathe out.”

I exhale through my mouth, feeling tranquil and calm but energized. Ready to begin my hectic day.

“Namaste.” The yogi ends the session and I lie there with my eyes closed for a few more minutes, enjoying the yoga high of the neurochemicals flowing through my body. I’m buzzing.

While the alcohol I used to consume was a mood vampire for me, yoga is not only strengthening my body, it makes my mind feel clearer, and I don’t feel as tense as I did. I’m sleeping better, learning to connect to the present and opening my heart, which is what all the online yogis emphasize.

Can’t deny, I’ve tried various online yoga classes, but the specific ones for grief have been the most beneficial. Combined with Thomas’s counseling, it’s helping me slowly process the loss I feel, which I never thought was possible.

“You are a fierce dragon.” Kali’s mocking, slow-motion voice floats through the air.

In the zone, I didn’t hear her enter the room, but when I open my eyes, she’s on her hands and knees down by my feet.

I may have to thank Marcus one day for bringing Kali into my life. I haven’t felt this good in months.

My heart flutters about in my chest like a moth flapping around a flame, reveling at her beauty. I can’t help myself from smiling. “A dragon?” I push my arm under my head to prop it up.

The gentle buzz I was feeling morphs into happiness. She makes everything feel better, makesmefeel better.

She brackets my legs and climbs my body, her endless waterfall of hair on either side of her face trailing along the floor. It’s so long, it’s like the thing that she became famous for, well, that and her face… and her legs… fuck me, her legs. I was never a leg man before, but now I am.

As one of the highest paid models in history and only walking runway shows for high-end brands, it’s kind of wild that I’m breathing the same air as her.

“You are a strong moth.” She enunciates every teasing word, getting closer to my face.

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