Chapter 45

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He’s gone so fast it’s as if I’d imagined him here. Only the rumpled bedsheets provide evidence of his recent presence—that and the persistent tenderness between my legs. Somehow, we still ended up having sex after breakfast, and now I’m really sore.

So, yeah, it’s probably for the best that he left so abruptly.

Well, not for the best—I feel bad that something went wrong at his fund—but I certainly shouldn’t feel abandoned or anything.

So what if he didn’t kiss me goodbye? We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.

He’ll probably turn up when he’s done at the office, and we’ll have a ridiculous amount of sex again.

That is, assuming he still wants me. There’s no guarantee of that.

The thought is oddly depressing. Just the possibility of never seeing Marcus again makes my chest feel tight and heavy, like it’s being squeezed in a vise.

“He’ll be back, right?” I ask Queen Elizabeth, and she gives me the cat equivalent of a shrug—a blank stare, followed by a tiny tail swish.

I sigh and walk over to my desk. I’m imagining this, I’m sure, but for a moment there, it seemed as if Marcus had been upset with me…

as if I’d done something wrong. But that’s silly.

He got bad news from work, that’s all. Whatever’s going on at his fund has nothing to do with me.

The only thing I can think of as far as something I could’ve done is telling him I’m too sore to have even more sex.

Wait a sec.

Is that it?

Did I offend him by refusing his advances?

No, that doesn’t seem right. Marcus is too confident, too much of a man to have such a fragile ego. It is, however, feasible that with the possibility of more sex off the table, he didn’t see the point in staying.

But no. There was that phone call. He didn’t make it up.

I saw his face; the news he got really was bad.

There might be hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars on the line—tens of millions, for all I know.

It’s ridiculous to imagine he’d even be thinking about me during such a critical time; most likely, he seemed short because he was worried about the bad trade.

In any case, he said he’ll call later, so I’m sure I’ll hear from him tonight. Or if not tonight, tomorrow.

In the meantime, I should use this opportunity to catch up on my editing.

I’m already a weekend behind schedule as is.

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