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After Queen fell asleep, my mind couldn't stop replaying everything that happened. Every kiss, whimper, moan, and touch was engraved into my mind. I tried to sleep but my body was craving hers, begging me to wake her up, but I knew she needed sleep. Which was why I needed to put some much needed distance between us. I could still taste her on my lips and it took all my willpower not to go to her and bury myself in her.
I already knew tonight was rough for her so I didn't want to push her to do too much, but it was difficult. Almost excruciating. After not being able to sleep all night, I ran thinking that would help, but ten miles later and my mind was still stuck on her. If I knew she was going to keep me up at night, I would've thought twice about kissing her at that church. I didn't regret it, but I was missing the control and discipline I used to have over myself.
When Queen fell on top of me early this morning, I had her stay in an effort for me to sleep better but she had the opposite effect.
I walked back into the house and straight to my bedroom, removing my sweat soaked hoodie and set it aside. I headed into the restroom and cringed as I saw myself in the mirror. I looked like shit. I rolled my eyes at the bags under my eyes and removed my clothes. Hopefully, a shower would make me look somewhat presentable.
Usually, I wouldn't care but today I didn't want Queen to wake up, see me looking like a maniac and regret this morning. I shook my head when I realized my mind was in the same place where I saw Xavier go after countless dates and relationships. If she didn't want me when I looked like crap, then I didn't need her.
But...
"Fucking hell," I cursed. I always made fun of Xavier for acting just like I was right now, and karma seemed to be taking its sweet time on me.
After showering, I put on sweats and spent the better half of the morning trying not to get pissed at business associates. "Mr. SinClaire."
"Speak, Montgomery."
"There was a break-in at the club on 57th street, sir." I threw my pen down, rubbing my temples and I sighed.
"What did I tell you about calling me with bad news?"
"That I couldn't do it unless it was after twelve," he replied. I glanced at my Rolex, my jaw clenching as I saw it was barely ten.
"And is it twelve?" I questioned through gritted teeth.
"Well sir, I have lunch with my husband at ten and I didn't think that-"
"Tell me what they stole," I said. "Do it fast before I fire you."
"I watched the camera footage with our security team, and all they stole was the alcohol."
"And you couldn't handle this yourself?!" I snapped.
"Well sure, but it was quite funny sir and I wanted to share it w-" I hung the phone up and set it down, shaking my head and returning to my paperwork. Xavier was right about my slacking off, and I needed to get back to work before I lost my business and my mind.
