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Get your dirty, disgusting old hands off me!

Reht toher tell me that she’d only fucked me so she could have my money… I mean, it wouldn’t be the first ti else, but I’d expected better fro type

And old? What the fuck? I’otten how, time after time in my bed, s I knew damn well no one else ever had I’d made her fantasies come true, made her feel comfortable with the darker parts of herself

Old, disgusting man

I’d never intended to open ain I didn’t think it would happen with her I thought we’d have a fun feeeks and then part with soood memories, maybe run across each other here and there if she made it in the New York art world But this… this need to have her, to keep her… this pain she’d caused with nothing lare… this is the last thing I fucking need

I finallymy hands over my face as I walk toward the s I look out without really seeing anything

I need to talk to her Tonight Once this opening is over, she needs to go She can have her money, since it’s clear it’s all she’s ever really wanted from me, anyway And then I need her out of my life

The gallery is full I usually love times like this, when people who don’t ordinarily come here show up to support an artist they know There’s always the chance, during opportunities like this, to turn soet” art into someone who truly appreciates it A lot of these people are here to support Vanessa, but they aren’t all necessarily art people I do my best to chat those people up, to try to help the aspects of her work

I give it ht I spentover Poppy, and then trying to appear as if I don’t care at all, knowing I’d probably see her here tonight

And I have to give it to Poppy—she’s a professional She’ll do well in this business, which is two parts art knowledge to one part schallery with a tray of chane flutes in her hand, and she welcolass and a feords about the artist and her work Considering what she walked in on earlier, she’s doing a enuine fan of Vanessa’s work

It’s hard for me to keep my eyes off her, no , eown It’s not an expensive dress, but it’s one that plays up every one of her assets—from her smooth curves and round breasts to the ss are different between us now, and they have to be, I can’t help thinking about hoarding it would be to slide that dress down her body, freeing her perky breasts, then kissing my way all the way down her body…

I jerkto That won’t be happening Even if I hadn’t decided that this had to end, she’s apparently already decided it for me

When Micah and I returned to the penthouse after our dinner, I’d found that the few articles of clothing she’d had in one My key was on the nightstand She hadn’t bothered with a note There wasn’t much point, was there?

Iby what she considers to be her best piece, her husband at her side, talking ani there I suppress an eye roll and look aroundquestions about the art as best he can and being charood at that Not too far fro with an older couple The lad I’d invited hi around hi that’s happened behind his back between Poppy and etting this show ready, and he deserves to enjoy it

I spend a lot of ti not to look at Poppy, but I can’t help it The only thing I notice, aside froeous she is, is that not even once do I catch her looking at me This bothers o ere fucking like hormonal bunnies, and now she won’t even look at me?