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“That might be a problem. My father will assume you’re just after my money.” I shrug as I lean back and spread my arms along the back of the limo seats.

“Not an issue. I’ll sign a prenup. Nexy pussy, please.” Her choice of wording is growing on me.

She squirms slightly as if she’s thinking of her anatomy versus the cats I was actually referring to.

“Right. Freckles is a hairless female I adopted in college. She’s skittish and likes to hide. I barely ever see her, but she likes to sneak into bed with me at night.” Her warm smile at the memories in her head shows just how much she really loves these animals.

“The last one?” I nudge her knee with my foot softly to drag her out of her head.

“Angel, my female black pussy is the devil incarnate. She has and will try to kill you and herself as much as possible. I’m sure she’s used all nine of her lives and some of her siblings. Never cook with her around. She’s lit herself on fire one too manytimes.” I have no words for that, so I just nod and promise to avoid that cat as much as possible.

“Hobbies?” I kept asking questions until we arrived in front of her townhouse.

“How about you?” She says as I walk her to her door.

“I’m a man of many talents. One of which is misdirection. I’ll keep the conversation on you. No one will suspect a thing.” I move in slowly and kiss her cheek.

“Sleep tight, Simone.”

Chapter

Eight

SIMONE

“Move, Angel,” I groan as I push her off the counter so I can get to my coffee pot.

“It’s a three-cup day, babies,” I call out to them.

I hate mornings for obvious reasons, but today seems just a little worse than normal. I barely slept because of Maddox. When he leaned into me last night before leaving, I swear he was going to kiss me properly, like on the plane, but nope.

Nothing.

It left me horny and desperate for him, which I now, after overthinking all night so that I didn’t sleep a wink. I am convinced that was his fucking motive.

I tap my fingers on the counter impatiently, waiting for the damn liquid of life to start dripping when my doorbell rings.

“Who in the world?” I drag my ass across the living room and glance out the window.

Maddox is standing at my door, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a drink tray in his other. It should be a sin to look that good so early in the morning. I move away to unlock my door and get a glance at my reflection in the mirror I have hanging in the hall.

“Eek!” I hastily smooth down my hair and wish I could do something about the bags under my eyes.

With a huge sigh I unlock and pull open the door.

“Morning Dove,” Maddox stands in the early dawn rays, looking like God’s gift to women.

His smile is brighter than the sun shining behind him, and I groan when I remember I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.

“Yeah, ok, come in.” I drop my hand from the door and turn back to my beeping coffee maker.

“Not a morning person, I take it?” I don’t appreciate his tone or chuckle.

“Mmm.” Wow.

That sounded more mummy-ish than I originally planned.

“I’ll add it to my list.” I ignore the man as I pour myself a mug full of Cuban coffee and splash some sweet cream into it.

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