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heavenly. I close my eyes and Carter’s haunting sapphires takeover my mind in an instant. In the dim light of his office, there’s something about him that’s different. His muscular chest is buried underneath too many layers of clothes and is rising and falling to the rhythm of my vibrator. Those chiseled thin lips vocalize a sound only my body understands, and it moves against my will. I straddle myself on his lap while my fingers entwine themselves in his unruly jet black hair. He opposes no resistance and simply smiles cynically as he takes his fingers and wets them with my pleasure.
    I furiously rub myself with them. Carter! I moan his name into my pillow. Raw electric currents shatter my body almost maniacally. I’m possessed by Carter’s powerful demeanor who doesn’t stop touching me. My body is diving towards the abyss again. Sitting in his leather chair, I groan as his fingers slide inside me, probing how far I can go for him. I’m almost panting for air. Consumed by the unnamable emotion, I disintegrate once again, squeezing my eyelids so tight that the stars in the universe calm me to sweet sleep.
     
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    I wake up earlier than my phone’s alarm clock today. Stretching, I feel rested. It must have been the exhausting night. My subconscious mind hopes that the fire tickling my insides is satiated enough to be able to look Carter in the eyes without unexpected emotions again. Focusing on Michael’s search will distract me enough from many things. At times, I wonder what would happen if Michael knew all the things I’ve done to deal with his loss.
    W ould he ever forgive me? I shudder at the thought. The possibility of a no is much easier to accept than him not being in my life. I approach my bedroom window and smile at the bright morning. Miami’s passion for life is contagious. The morning is too beautiful to drown in remorse. I choose a blue belted dress with a pair of black heels, and while getting dressed for work, I’m surprised I don’t hear Juliette’s usual ramble around the house. I walk into the kitchen to find breakfast already served and next to the microwave is a note from Juliette:
    I got a call from a model this morning. She asked me to replace her sick makeup artist that was on schedule for a photo shoot. I’ll be back late tonight. Love you—Juliette.
    I am overjoyed for my sister and the achievements she is amounting from her artistic skills. Juliette is quickly gaining notoriety from relevant advertising agencies that have been featured in famous magazines. Her work with important models from around the country is paying off. From one moment to the next, her unique makeup creations will be featured on famous Manhattan billboards. I can’t wait. Indulging in Juliette’s happiness, I finish up my pancakes and leave the apartment. Today is going to be a good day.
     
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    I growl. Perhaps I spoke too soon. “Did that work?” Ferdinand asks over the phone. I turn the car key in the ignition of my 2005 Ford Focus…again…twice…three times. Nothing. “It won’t turn on. So much for being a mechanic’s daughter!” I admonish myself for not taking better care of my transportation. My dad would be ashamed. “Do you think the battery is corroded again?” he offers another possibility. I angrily run my fingers through my hair. “I don’t have time to check right now. I need to leave, or I’ll be late to work.” Who knows what Carter would do to me?
    “ Don’t worry about that peach. I’m in the area. I’ll be there in less than 10 minutes” he hangs up the phone and surely enough, a few moments later I’m in the Rover with him. “What would I do without my rock star pulled from The Rolling Stones Magazine?” I sing and kiss him on the cheek. “Invite me to dinner. I’ll chip in the wine” he says.
    “We do have some of last night’s takeout.” I grin.
    Ferdinand responds with a wry smile . “Nice try, but I know you’re cooking those