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watching them together. Watching the way his hands roam her body as hers are wrapped around his neck. I about freeze. It hurts like hell, like I just caught him cheating on me, which is farthest from the truth. I know it’s got to be a client that he’s working with, so I will myself to continue, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
    Holy fuck, is this what he does with other women?
    His cock looks hard as she grinds against him.
    “You okay?” Sasha asks me.
    “Yeah.” But who am I kidding? I’m far from fucking okay! After a while longer he’ll be fucking her, and God, imagining that really hurts like hell. I’m not naïve to what he does for a living, but seeing it in front of my face puts things into a whole different perspective. Sasha links her arm through mine and I smile at her looking away from him. “You sure?” she asks as I try to act like everything is normal as we walk towards the VIP section. “I’m great,” I point to the girls and laugh at them.
    But my eyes are pulled back to him and this time he looks up. I’m not sure how he saw me with the sea of women all around, including the one dry humping his cock. But he did. Looking across the room, we keep our eyes locked on one another, staring. I yearn for him, like nothing else that I’ve wanted. I can’t focus on anything, just him, his eyes, his lips, his everything.
    “Here you ladies go,” the hostess says, stopping in front of a u-shaped booth. “My name is Natalie, if you need anything at all.”
    Looking down at my empty glass, shocked that I drank it all already, I respond, “I think we’ll take another round of Long Islands.”
    “You got it.”
    The girls all sit down, still rowdy and laughing. “Do you mind if I use your name from now on?” Mandi asks jokingly. “I mean, look at where we’re sitting. This is the life.”
    “Hey, it’s not mine – it’s Darrell’s. Use it all that you want.” She laughs and I do my best to push the thought of Latch away and keep the conversation off of me, so I ask Sasha. “How long are you guys in the city for anyways?”
    “I have a job interview Friday, then we are going to fly out. I thought I told you?”
    “I don’t think so.” I can’t recall her telling me at all. I’d remember something like that…wouldn’t I?
    Looking up, I spot Latch, standing alone, watching me. He gives me that smile, the one that makes my heart skip a beat and nods me over to him. I freeze, glancing behind me like he is looking at someone else and when there isn’t anyone…I clench my thighs. Fuck, I need him. He chuckles at me shaking his head.
    “I’ll be right back,” I tell Sasha with no other explanation and stand. I feel wobbly, but force myself to steady as I walk away towards Latch.
    His eyes are all over me as he coolly sips on a beer. As I approach him, he leans down and kisses my cheek and then holds me in a tight hug. My insides break being this close to him again. Fuck, I missed him. “How are you doing?” he asks, concerned.
    I shake my head, not able to answer him, I just hold on to him. “I’m sorry that we got caught, Abby. I want you to know that.”
    “Me too,” I tell him, inhaling his scent as I’m wrapped in his closeness.
    He pulls away and studies my expression with his adoring eyes, putting his hand on my face as I lean into his touch. “He hasn’t hurt you, has he?”
    “No, but he won’t leave the house and he won’t let me either.”
    “So you’re just going to stay there and be a prisoner?” There is a clear line of aggravation to Latch’s tone.
    “What other choice do I have? I have nowhere to go.”
    “You can come and stay with me.”
    Hi suggestion shocks me. Would he really want that? “I wouldn’t inconvenience you like that.” I can’t even bring myself to look at him.
    “Abby, I mean it, my place is always open to you.”
    “What about your clients?” I ask with frustration.
    “I never take them to my home.”
    Just then, the