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She sits up and her smile is impossibly beautiful. She sighs and then says, “This is astounding. What’s a mini reality show?”
“Five-minute original content pieces scattered throughout the day from a monthly highlighted restaurant.”
“And it will all be viewed through what?”
“No clue, and it’s all fucked. The big guys want too much money and YouTube isn’t the right fit. The Cookery is too much all at once the way everyone warned me it would be.”
“Hmm.”
I let her derision sit over me.
“Hmm, what?” I cross my arms and circle back around the lounge chairs.
“Can’t imagine anything being more of an adventure than to create five or six things that never existed all at once. I expected better from you.”
She’s right. I fix this and I do this. I tower over her chair. She shields her eyes to look up at me. I scoop her up and pop us into the pool, holding her close. She’s laughing as we hit the water. When we surface, she circles her arms around my neck.
“Mak.” My hands slide down the sides of her body and my cock has never been harder. My dick is super pissed off that my brain is going to win this battle.
“Yes.” She kisses my neck lightly and wraps her legs around me.
“As much as I’d like to big bang you right the hell now. As you can surely feel. Universe creation is going to have to wait until I’m divorced.”
She pouts. “This will put the schedule for the new solar system behind, but I can wait.” It’s everything I need to hear.
Now it’s time to trade a bitch for my witch.
tony
Rolling over, I answer her call. I love that she’s calling me now. It’s not just me chasing her. It’s a nebulous, awkward and often confusing thing we’re growing together. We say good morning and sometimes talk at midday as well. Three days ago, we spoke for three hours while watching TV. It’s excellent but painful not to be with her. I had to keep getting off the phone to masturbate yesterday. I’m unsure if I can forgive her for all of it. It was so painful, and the thought of her fucking blindsiding me again and disappearing is utterly terrifying.
I found a charm bracelet in a funky antique shop near my house in Boston. I pass by it twice a day. It always caught my eye, but it wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I saw it had Arc de Triomphe and Eiffel Tower charms. I bought it for an inflated price because the shop is on Newbury, but I had to have it. And really, is a couple of hundred that bad? I want her to know I am thinking of her.
I’m a moron who’s going all in on a girl who broke my heart in two. I’m currently married, in a bet to not date, and contractually bound to my father to not get into another relationship for a year. So this is all a super great idea: keep flying across the country to cuddle because that smacks of a one-night stand, casual relationship. I roll my eyes at myself. Four months into this thing and she’s all I think about.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” she answers, and my heart soars.
“It’s my company.” I’m still in bed. I’ve ignored Laura for a minute while I dove into fixing work. She’s probably angry, but she’s been angry lately. It’s like a switch flipped, and she’s the anti-Laura now. The lawyers can take care of it.
“Still, it sets a bad example,” she says, teasing me.
I sit up. “We were up until like 2:00 a.m. working. I gave everyone the day off but I’m sure they’ll all work from home. Because they’re beasts.”
“Wow. Some boss you are.”
“Sometimes it’s good to be the king. I’ll send them all chocolate or something.”
“No, you won’t. Lill will send them chocolate.”
“You should get a Lill. She’s the best.”
“Getting a Lill is on the list after getting my muffler put back into my car.” I hate that. I want to buy her all the mufflers, but I know she won’t let me.
I get out of bed and scratch my twitching dick. Her voice does it to me all the time. Hey. That’s not cheating. She’s not even in the room. It’s a miracle I didn’t sleep with her in LA, but there’s too much riding on it. I’ll happily pay Laura money if kissing while legally separated counts as cheating. She slept over at the hotel instead of going home and we tried to sleep in separate beds. That lasted twenty minutes before I had to hold her. I smooth the sheets on the other side of the bed and imagine Mak is there.
I snap back and ask, “You’re up early. Whatcha thinking about? Are you in LA?”
“Home. Yup, I’m home.”
