Impressing the Clients

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"Remember what I told you," Mason stood in front me, "call us if you need anything."

I only nodded. They both gave me a long and passionate kiss.

"Go, before we change our minds and kidnap you," Marco smirked at me.

"By the way, I'm keeping this," Mason pulled a fabric from his pocket and dangled it right to my face. My thong.

"Hey!" I snatched it but he held it high so I can't reach for it.

"It's your parting gift to me," he playfully said as he sniffed my thong. Pervert.

I looked at Marco and he was smirking as well, "don't worry about me, I kept your torn lace bodysuit."

I scoffed and walked away from the dangerous beasts I'll surely fucking miss.

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That's it.

I was back in Canada. Back to my real life. I should be excited. Or at least glad that I was home. Why was I feeling the exact opposite? I had been telling myself that I'd find myself back when I got home. But hell, I was more lost than I ever was.

I was mindlessly walking out the airport and just as I exited, I saw him.

Ian. The love of my life.

I was glued to my spot and he came running towards me. He hugged me tightly and squeezed the hell out me, "Oh, god, baby! I missed you so much!" He held my face in his hands and pecked my lips multiple times excitedly.

I didn't feel anything except guilt. What have I done to our relationship?

I was supposed to be excited, ecstatic. I haven't seen my boyfriend for weeks and all I could feel was guilt.

No, Paula. Maybe you're just having the Davidson Twins hangover. I told myself.

I fucking hated myself. I hated myself for not caring about him and our relationship. I let my fucking hormones get the best of me. What have I fucking done?

"Hey," Ian brought me back to Earth, "you okay?" He looked at me full of concern. "Sorry, I'm just a bit tired," I smiled at him and pecked his cheek, "please take me home."

"Sure, sure," he grabbed my luggage and led me to his parked car. He put my things at the trunk and I sat at the passenger seat quietly.

"Baby, here," Ian sat at the driver's seat and handed me a tumbler, "hot cocoa every morning." He knew me so well.

"Thanks, baby," I reached for the tumbler and sipped cautiously. I don't want my tongue get burnt. Although, with all the nasty stuff I did with my mouth, it deserved some punishment.

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We arrived at my apartment and he took my bags into my bedroom as I sat on the couch. He returned from the bedroom and sat beside me. "What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you or we can order some takeouts." He said as he put some of my hair behind my ear and looked at me lovingly.

I do not fucking deserve him. He's so perfect.

"Some pizza and wine would be nice," I told him. He nodded and picked up the phone to order. After a few minutes, he came back and put me on his lap.

"How about we put on your favorite show while we eat? After that, I'll leave you to rest," he pecked my lips, "then let's have dinner at my place and stay over. Do you like that?"