Breaking the rules

Chapter 24

It was 3:30 AM, and I was throwing the last thing into my bag. She was in the other room sleeping off what we did just 4 hours ago.

The pictures went straight into my bag. Those pictures will keep me sane. I don’t think I could survive in Boston without her. The pictures will nearly do me any good, but I still got that video.

I turned around and Morana was still under the covers. She wasn’t wearing much besides a shirt I grabbed her. She was snoring, but it was light and you could barely see her breathing.

Her arms were outstretched, and her legs were under the duvet. She was probably cold. She was bundled every time she was in bed, minus when we’re having sex. Our sex life doesn’t just stay in the bedroom, Morana wants it to have its own room. I still don’t know if she’s joking or not. I hope it is; she’s kinky enough.

My bag has been done for 15 minutes, and I’ve been staring at Morana. I need to go.

I picked up my bag, and I went next to Morana. Alpine was now up there with her. Both of my girls were snoozing together. I felt a knot of guilt and love fighting.

If I don’t go to this meeting, I could fail Morana and she wouldn’t be protected; I’d be dead.

If I go to this meeting, everything could be mine. I could remove the bad and show power is not such a bad thing. I could show money wouldn’t be so bad. I could remove everything bad about Morana; showing the world who she really is.

I kissed her forehead and whispered,” I’m sorry. I will come home, but it won’t be soon, drega mea.”

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First class was nothing without Morana. She would never ride first class, but she would after wanting to join the mile-high-club. She would definitely ride then.

I already watched one of Morana’s favorite movies, but it did no good. I only had a few minutes left on the flight. I’ve spent over an hour watching a marvel movie and not listening to Morana’s sweet moans. The video could be a whole movie.

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“James, you can stay at my place,” my friend Jade offered.

In college, it was the “double J”. She and I were like two peas in a pod. Then, in sophomore year, she dated Billy and blamed me. She then ran away to Boston after graduation.

“Thanks Jade,” I smiled, pulling her in for a hug. “Let me tell my wife that I landed and I have a place to stay.”

Jade looked puzzled. “You, married? Since when, James?” apparently some people don’t change. “Where is the fuckboy who was also smart?”

“Things changed. My wife is wonderful and definitely something different,” I smiled. “Now, don’t remind me how many girls I was fucking, and get in the picture.” I quickly snapped the picture and sent to Morana.

*image* With an old friend!!- me

K.- Mor

She never texts using periods unless there was a paragraph of information she’s sending.

Is everything going good? -me

Everything is fucking perfect Buck.- Mor

Why am I hearing her being so hateful?

I’m sorry I had to leave… -me

It’s fine.- Mor

If a woman has taught me anything, fine does not mean fine. Rebecca screwed that into my brain.