Three Words and Eight Letters
AUGUST 2018
"I'm nearly 28 years old and I'm living off of my boyfriend because I had been too picky at my job selection."
I groaned as I closed the last email window from my phone. It only served to make me feel even more grumpy as I leaned back against the leathery headrest on Christian's private jet.
We were flying down to LA for the weekend to meet my family. They said they were hosting a summer pool party because I passed the bar exam, but I now felt like it wasn't something worth celebrating.
I was too dumb, and maybe just book smart since I passed the bar at my first go.
"Was that another rejection letter?"
"It was, and from the firm that I actually wanted to join." I grimaced and turned off my phone. I didn't care that we still had a few more minutes before we had to buckle in to taxi to the runway for takeoff, I just didn't want to read another rejection letter anymore.
"My offer still stands."
I shook my head. He was half serious but I just wanted him to be playful and not actually think of the possibility of me working under him seriously.
"I'm probably not good enough to be a lawyer. Maybe I should stick with being a paralegal?"
"You got into Harvard, for fuck's sake, woman!"
"I'm too dumb…" I whined, lamenting, only registering what he had said after I complained.
"Just enjoy this weekend, have fun like in college, then we'll deal with reality when we get back."
I stared at him in wonder. He was the man that just told me he was sweating bullets about meeting my parents especially when I mentioned that they weren't exactly big fans of him since we never dated before now; and, we were now shacking up.
Then, added to the fact that I also let him in on the fact that my father was a typical Russian man.
That scared the shit out of him, probably made him peed his pants; a tiny bit.
"I can't believe you're the one telling me to enjoy life," I shook my head in disbelief.
"Why? Did you think the frat boy in me died?"
"Well, no," I chuckled; "but, I'm starting to see you in a professional light. You come home everyday still with a bunch of documents to go through."
"It's like college all over again."
"Right, reading," I grimaced.
"I've been doing that way more than you if I remembered right," he teased when he filled me in how his week had been over our many text exchanges.
I giggled, but we could both hear that I was still bothered by my unemployed status.
He was right, I did get into Harvard, but look how pathetic my life had been. I was fine being a paralegal but I felt like everything turned to shit the moment I passed my bar exam and was let off because my previous firm didn't need a lawyer and I didn't want to be a paralegal.
"Believe it or not, at one point I actually thought about going to Russia to study their laws regarding trademark and patent."
"Then why didn't you go?"
"Because you showed up."
He did a double take and twisted his full upper body to face me. We had just buckled up and I was made the promise that we'd be joining the mild high club later after we were let out of our seats.
I looked forward to that. We hadn't been playing much since the weekend because he had been busy with work.
"I'm not holding you back, right?"
I shook my head convicted. That was the last thing I wanted him to think. I wanted to be with him, hence I made the choice to stay instead of flying abroad to seek opportunities.
I lived in fucking New York City, it really shouldn't be too hard for me to find a job since I had a pretty decent recommendation and résumé. I had enough experience to at least get me hired to a place that I felt comfortable working in.
It was the third week we rekindled our relationship, and embarked on a romantic one.
So far so good.
However, that also marked the third week of my unemployment.
"You're good," I patted his thigh, and left my hand there.
"If you don't want to work with me, you can try Luke's firm."
We went out with his roommate last week one night, then met up with mine for another. We had a few drinks but nothing like what we did in college. It was just a mild night.
"He said his boss is also a Harvard graduate?"
Christian nodded thoughtfully. The firm that he was referring to was actually a security firm that had a pretty impressive R&D team, which I gathered was probably because they had a military tie, and many of their employees had some kind of military background.
"I can try," I conceded.
"And now, we just have to sit on our ass and wait… until the seatbelt sign gets turned off."
Goofball.
How could this guy be 29, a multi-billionaire that caught the tail of the housing crisis back in 2009 in Greece in his junior year of college, and still be that goof I somewhat fell for in my second semester of my freshmen year in Harvard.
A frat boy no less.
I had my head resting on his shoulder and I was on the verge of dozing off when he suddenly moved to unbuckle both of our seatbelts, jumped up and tugged me up. I wobbled unsteadily to my feet, and if it wasn't for the arm that went around my waist to stable me, I would've stumbled over his feet and the chairs and kissed the floor.
"We have a six hour flight ahead of us, what's the rush?" I mumbled under my breath as I felt myself being dragged into the bedroom, and I'd probably appear like an unwilling participant but in reality, I just wasn't fully awake and in my sober state.
"Six hours? Woman, that includes taxing, takeoff, and landing. We actually only have about four hours, because we also have to eat dinner."
Right, it was Friday night after he got off work. We planned to fly back on Sunday night.
"What about my job?" I bemoaned, the moment we entered the room. It was like the moment I opened my eyes again from the sleep, I woke up from a sweet-ass dream and got shoved back into reality.
I was immediately reminded of my jobless status again.
"What about it? You don't have one now doesn't mean you won't have it at all. If the firms that wanted to hire you aren't offering you enough, and you don't want to negotiate, then let them go. Opportunities will come to you, Ana."
I stared at him, wanting to believe him but I felt like I was just in a pit right now.
"You have grounds to stand on, you have nothing to worry about."
"What grounds do I have to stand on?"
"I have your back; you have me to fall back on."
I nodded in concession. I had been living more comfortably than I ought since resigning from my previous firm as a paralegal all because I met him.
"Just take a chance, Ana."
"I don't like to go into something without all the details."
"That's why you're a lawyer and I'm an investor that plays with money. I make money out of money, Ana. When you see a chance, swoop in and take it. You just need to find the right time to breakthrough."
I just needed to start seeing those opportunities myself because there was no way I was going to let my boyfriend help me in my career. I needed to do them myself, stumble my way through, and learn from the gritty shit that was reality.
"So, you want me to make a name of myself before I think about throwing in another pile of applications to different firms?"
"I'm just suggesting it might help land you a big one. You can start with the security firm but you have to work extra hours like I did. My dollars didn't come easy," he cupped my cheeks and leaned down making out foreheads touch. "But, right now, stop thinking about it and just relax."
He whispered and lowered his lips to mine.
His kiss was intoxicating and addicting, I soon found myself surrendering to him, and succumbing to his kiss.
If it wasn't for the sudden jolt of the jet from the turbulence, I would have completely forgotten about our setting and be distracted from everything.
He reached for the fixed handle by the door to steady us, then once the plane was flying smoothly again, he picked me up and my legs automatically went around his waist. Then, he carried me to the bed where I found myself being lowered gently onto the mattress with him still on top of me with no intention of letting go any time soon.
I thought for a second this goofy douche would be tossing me on it letting me bounce.
Maybe he would if we weren't on a flying jet cruising thousands feet in the air.
"I didn't know better back then, but now I think you were trying to stall me."
"What are you talking about?" I was genuinely confused, because this was so out of the blue and too sudden, my mind was still reeling in from the gentleness from earlier.
"I noticed that you were uncomfortable when I enter you the first few times we had sex back in college. Albeit only realizing that in hindsight." He was reflecting on our time?
"It was a little painful," I admitted. There was nothing that we could hide from each other or be embarrassed to share given the weekend we had together, and the way we spent our first four months together.
Honestly, it really was all about sex for us in the very beginning, and feelings only started to develop later on. Well, and it festered until I totally stomped on them and forced myself to move on because I didn't want to acknowledge it or think about it.
I didn't know what he did, not that I was curious. I didn't want to know, I just wanted to move forward.
"So, I went to watch YouTubes and listened to people recounting their first time."
"What did you find?"
I neglected the fact that I also went to my male friends for advice. Since they didn't give me much other than complimenting on Christian and his skills in bed, I'd rather not feed into his ego anymore than I had been.
"Girls say that we should at least make out for 45 minutes to get the girl ready."
"Foreplay is important, but what did you find out about your first time and the others?"
He was always so nosy when it came to me and sex.
"Well, I think it could've been worse but I did well. I chose a good companion."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, that you're experienced enough to deflower me and not make me feel like a complete novice that can't bring pleasure to the guy either."
"Did you enjoy your first time?"
"Honestly, no. The second time knocked it way off."
He grinned, proud, but there was a flash of emotion that told me he totally agreed with me.
"Do I need to be strapped in? Just in case of a more awful turbulence hits?"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his throat, and I could feel them all the way down mine as his lips never left mine.
"I can't believe you still have that innocent vibe on you. God, how you can trick people into believing that you're a fucking prude but actually a fucking monster in bed."
"It's always the quiet ones."
"You're not quiet, honey. You screamed my entire building down."
I grinned, yeah, I got louder this time around getting fucked by this guy than I ever had been.
Shit, I was such a slut, but I actually was just a normal girl that happened to love sex.
"It's good that it's the summer, at least I'm not wrapped in wool and cotton layers."
"A layer too much, in my opinion," he growled against my skin as he followed my shorts along with my underwear.
"Are you going to take your time with foreplay, like I wanted you to ten years ago?"
"I was a chicken shit for not admitting that I was a sucker back then, but I'm changing that now. We don't need to be making out because if you're not wet enough now, I'm going to prepare you by demonstrating the three kinds of orgasms that women can experience."
I liked the sound of that idea.
Prepared or not, I wanted him to demonstrate either way.
And, I knew for a fact that he wasn't going to refuse.
Three orgasms later and his dick still hadn't even came close to my folds, I was sure there would be a river flowing out in between my legs.
"Condom?" He held up a tin-foil packet.
I hadn't specifically inform him that I was on the Depo shot but since I had never been with anyone bare, and I didn't want to start that tradition now. I decided to waste his fully stocked boxes of condoms just to be double protected from STDs and being knocked up.
My doctor did tell me that I was extremely fertile, which put a hell lot of fear in me when I first went to college.
I was just happy that I met a responsible guy, who still happened to be responsible now.
"No," I shook my head.
He looked surprised, shocked even when he halted his movement to tear the packet apart with his teeth. He would ask me sometimes if he could enter me bare, because I think he had been trying to do that after that first weekend we had, improvising using almost everything around the house.
It was a fun weekend. One that I wouldn't mind reenacting.
"When?" He whispered incredulously.
That didn't stall him from pushing his bare member into me. His face may appeared to be taken aback by my announcement but his dick certainly had a mind of its own.
"You certainly enlarged," I breathed out as he slid in and nestled in between my legs comfortably.
Fuck, I was so wet that I doubted even the lubes could reach this condition.
I felt so full right now, but there was no discomfort or pain that I used to feel when I first started having sex.
"Maybe you've gotten tighter," he sounded strained and I didn't know if it was the fact that I was squeezing him to the point that he might just climax then and there.
He started to pump in and out of me, but he was slow and gentle. Nothing like what he had been doing earlier using his mouth and fingers to fuck me into oblivion.
That really was the three best orgasms I ever had without the stimulation of a penis.
"Oh fuck, too sensitive, Christian."
He chortled but he wasn't relenting, he liked seeing me in this kind of sweet torture. My pussy felt like it could burst any time and it wasn't from an impending orgasm.
I would need more stimulation to cum this time since he already made me do so spectacularly for three consecutive times in the last half an hour.
His lips crashed to mine, pulling me out of my analysis for the current state of my cunt.
"Stop thinking and feel it, Ana," he demanded.
Oh, I like that tone he used and especially that voice. It was low, too damn low to be used everywhere else but when he was moving inside of me.
He circled his hips and gyrated when he was in to the hilt.
"Feel it, Ana. Feel how good we are together."
I mewled, he was massaging my g-spot.
This wasn't fucking, this was love making.
And, fuck, if this didn't felt different and better than the last time we made love. He loved me hard the last time but this time, he was taking his sweet fucking time with me.
"Ooh, Christian…"
I could feel myself building, and it was ridiculous given that this man wasn't doing much but repeatedly hitting on my g-spot, and it was enough to send me over the fucking edge.
"You sure know how to work my body."
"I told you, I didn't know shit back then."
"And, there I thought it was harder to make me cum than other girls."
"Trust me, the problem was with me. I know exactly how to work you now."
He pulled out of me, and I felt like the only bone in my body left with him.
"I'm not done with you, baby," he flipped me over and lowered his mouth next to my ear. "Stay still, and I'm going to do all the work for you."
My legs were closed and my wrists were bounded behind my back by his hand. He was straddling my thighs, and I could feel the tension in his balls even though he was barely hovering above me.
He needed to cum, but somehow, he could hold it back.
I had my entire front flat against the mattress, not even my hips were off the bed.
Now I knew why he said I was going to get fucked, and he was going to do all the damn work, because there was no way that I could've moved other than to curl my calf at my knees, which wouldn't help increase the friction.
"Are you ready?" He asked huskily in my other ear, and before I could move a muscle, he plunged into me.
His hands using my bounded wrists as leverage as he pounded into me hard from behind. The gap between my legs were controlled by him and I couldn't even open them wider for him to go deeper.
"Don't move," he growled. "I've warned you."
"Ah!" I yelped when his teeth clamped down on my skin in the crook of my neck, where his face was buried as he continued to plow me into the bedding.
There was nothing I could do but to absorb the pleasure ringing through my body, I could hardly writhe.
"This is too intense," I panted, gasping for air as a sheen of sweat formed all over my back, and probably soaking into the cover beneath me. I could feel his sweat dripping on to me, mixed with mine before landing onto the fabric.
"It's not even the half of it."
He was close, I could feel it. His voice was also a dead give away, but mainly the way his strokes shortened and his dick growing more rigid inside of me.
"Shoot your load in me, baby," I demanded.
"Fuck!" He roared, reminding me of our first weekend in his apartment, where he let out a primal howl as his hot seed shot right to my cervix. I felt like I could feel him in my uterus if not for the condom that weekend.
"Ahh…" I moaned. His cum triggered my own orgasm, and I squeezed my muscles tight together.
"Ana," he gasped at the unexpected attack on his still throbbing member, prolonging his orgasm.
A lazy grin found its way to my face, but I was too tired to rub it in his face. I had discovered how to make him climax that weekend, and learned so much about him and about myself, as well as what triggered him the most.
I planned to use them to my advantage in our near future, because sex wasn't going to be out of the picture any time soon.
"I feel like I'm peeing my pants right now," I mumbled against the sheets. I couldn't move. There was no way I could after climaxing for five times straight.
"I wish I can document this," he clambered up and settled next to me, propped up on his elbow, as he laid on his side, watching me.
He made no attempt to clean up the mess we made, and I could still feel his cum leaking out of me, down my thighs and heading straight toward the cover that I was laying on, attracted by gravity.
"I need a nap," I declared. My eyes were droopy so I closed them but I knew sleep wouldn't take me for a long while, I was just in a fucking bliss that I wanted to savor this moment, and enjoy it.
Not long after my eyes were closed, I felt his hand trailing its way down my spine and to the curve of my ass.
I half anticipated a smack against my ass to spank me, or him feeling my rosebud up, but nope, this guy's wandering fingers went straight to my core.
"Christian…" I drawled, half protesting.
He just chuckled.
Fuck, this guy was still not done playing with me.
"Hmm…" I hummed when he inserted two fingers inside of me.
I could hear his fingers drawing in and out of me lazily, drowning in the mixture of our cum. It was the same squishy sound that we made every time we did it slow. It was always accompanied by our panting and almost inaudible whines, but this time, there was just me.
"Oh my god, Christian."
My head shot straight up as my eyes lolled back. Fuck, he was doing this again.
"You have it in you, come on."
"Fuck…" I wanted to glare at him for not giving me enough time to rest, but damn, this felt good.
He liked to curl his fingers when he was inside of me, and that would always drive me insane. He especially liked it when the pad of his fingertips were feeling up against the walls of my vagina.
"I didn't even play with your belly button this time," he pouted.
Guy had the cheek to fucking pucker his fucking lips?
I was going to tell him no more after this orgasm but before I could climax, he pulled out of me.
In lightning speed, I was flipped onto my back again. He was kneeling before me in between my thighs.
"Wrap your legs around my waist, baby."
I lifted my legs and he aided me in putting them around his midsection so my hips was slightly raised up and tilted.
Without warning, he pushed his hips forward and he was in me again.
I grasped the sheets beside me, fisting them until my knuckles turned white. I didn't know what this was that we were doing but I felt my toes curl and my body tingle with the all too familiar sensation.
"Stay still," he warned before lifting my legs up and throwing them over his shoulders, plowing into me deeper than ever before.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck… Christian, I'm…" I screamed as that sensation washed over me, knocking me out cold.
"You're going to get me pregnant before you know it, Christian. I don't want to get knocked up so soon."
I didn't know if that was me but that was something that had flashed through my mind.
"Are you dreaming?"
I heard his voice in a distance, and now I was sure that I probably said them in a black out state.
"No," I whispered because my eyes were still closed.
He ran his fingers down my face, tracing my cheekbones and pulling a few loose strands back to the bird nest where they belonged.
It was strangely loving, and intimate. More so than the sex ever was.
"I could entertain the idea of knocking you up a few times down the road."
My eyes sprang open, and I wasn't even sure if I was fully awake at the time. When my orbs returned to focus, I was met with a pair of half sincere gray eyes staring right back at me.
They made me feel more naked than I was now, with his cum still leaking out of me like I was a broken dam.
"I'm very fertile."
"Even better," he grinned cheekily, and I didn't think he meant it.
I scowled at him, wondering who was in a twilight zone at this very moment.
"You are too goddamn cute, Ana," he pushed himself forward, forcing me to roll onto my back from my side as he pinned me down, hovering just inches above me.
He was literally breathing the same air as me.
"Facebook isn't your only social media account I stalked," he confessed but his eyes were filled with mirth, making me think that he wasn't confessing his sins to me but rather to show off and brag about it.
"Pray tell, what extent have you gone to?"
"Basically every account you have," he laughed, somewhat embarrassed and guilty now that he had said them out loud. "I would've use Snapchat with you every single day to keep in contact with you."
"Why?" I breathed out at the intensity this guy was staring at me.
"I want to see you."
"You snapping selfies of yourself won't guarantee a return of the same favor."
"Oh, I beg to differ," he purred. The motherfucker purred!
"But, I would've said no to long distance if you're going to ask me out when you're in Spain."
"Why?"
"Because I don't know you, and quite frankly, I didn't want to worry about a relationship and a guy that I can't see physically for months in my second year of college."
"We could've reconciled after in my senior year."
"Are you seriously that hang up on me?"
He nodded, and I could tell that he was being earnest. Damn, I thought I was the blunt and honest bitch here, but it wouldn't even compare to how ardent he was right now.
"I thought it was just about sex between us," I whispered, the confidence suddenly slipping out of me the way his cum was seeping out, at least in that speed.
Me and my dirty mind.
"It was in the beginning, but I can't stop my attraction. It wasn't physical anymore. Especially after that second time."
"Is that why you asked me over even after I told you that I got my period?"
He nodded again.
"You just wanted to hang out?"
"I wanted to date you but I wasn't sure how to handle it for my junior year when I'm in Europe, and I was really excited to go."
"I wouldn't want you to give it up for me, either. Even if you were tempted."
"I was," he smiled down at me softly. "I didn't know what kind of decision I would make if I allowed myself to open up to you completely. I might've just throw away everything for you."
"That would've made me feel so bad. I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me. In some ways, I'm glad that we were able to cut it off for the summer."
"I am really tempted to text you all through my junior year."
"Did you have fun in Europe?"
He nodded.
"No, I mean get with other girls and date."
"I did, but it doesn't even compare."
I grinned, glad to discover that I wasn't the only one.
"I'm glad I didn't hold you back."
"You could never hold me back, Ana."
"No, but if I told you that I reciprocated the feelings, you would've caved."
"You have no idea how obsessed I was with you back then. Even now, I can't get enough of you. You are intoxicating and addictive… truly wonderful and perfect."
"Are you sure?" I couldn't think of anything else to say, so I blurted out the first thing on my mind.
"Did you even have feelings for me back then?"
"I didn't until the nearly the summer. I didn't realize that I have caught it until we parted ways but I never allowed myself to dwell on it. I wasn't attracted to you more than physically, but my brother and my best friend eventually got to me."
He cocked his head, and damn him, bastard was still so adorable and cute.
"My best friend has been singing your praises since day one, and was always gushing on you. I thought she was seriously crushing on you ,and at one point I seriously considered introducing the two of you so you could ride off to the sunset together."
"You didn't like me back then?"
"No, not for the majority of the times we were together."
"Aww… has that changed?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you finally crushing on me?"
"Crushing on you doesn't even begin to cover it," I grinned, now I knew I had caught him off guard. "You wouldn't have been so successful in persuading me into moving in with you after a decade apart and only knowing one another for a week."
"Oh? So, what is it that you feel for me?"
There was a word that was on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn't sure if I should say it for my benefit or just to scare him more.
"Love," I whispered but my mouth made it perfectly clear that it was the word I was saying.
"What?" He mouthed, but I was sure he was meant to say that out loud, it just got covered up by the sound of the jet engine roaring through this soundproof room.
I smiled crookedly at him. I knew I got him.
"Are you fucking with me?"
I giggled, it was so fun to see him act so uncertainly. He had always gave me the impression that he had whatever under control.
"I wish," I grinned slyly.
"I'm serious, Ana."
"So am I," I quipped back not missing a single beat.
"Well, in that case…" he lowered his lips closer to mine, and our noses nuzzled together with the help of the slight turbulence from the plane. He opened his mouth making a move to kiss me or take advantage of my parted lips. "I love you, too, beautiful."
With that, he consumed me once again. I guess there was no keeping him away from me when we were both naked, with no barrier in between us. Thank god, I just renewed my shot not long ago, and I decided that I might have to renew them sooner than I usually just to ensure that it was still effective.
Everything was happening too fast.
Goddammit, the fast lane. I didn't know how I felt about it because we were literally just picking up from where we left off, and I didn't know if that would be a recipe for disaster; a means to an end.
I certainly hope not because I honestly didn't think this love was fake or in my head.
My judgement wasn't clouded by the amazing sex we had, and I was pretty sure that it wasn't the case for him either. I had seen him with other girls back in college, and it was… different.
"I'm glad you didn't make a move on social media. I was aware of your stalker tendency but since you stopped using them after you made yourself famous by betting against the entire global economy, I just didn't put too much thought on my mind about you."
The plane shook, and this time more violently than any previous times. The other difference was he had his cock firmly buried. If I didn't know better, I'd be led to believe that I was a terrible lover because even after he came inside of me, emptying all of him into my fucking cervix, he was still hard as a rock.
If that diabolical grin was anything to go by, I would say that he was enjoying the way that the turbulence aided the movements of our hips and the friction it resulted. This guy was getting off on the fact that I was so drained right now that I wouldn't be able to feel anything even if he had the best skills in bed.
But, fuck, I was wrong. Just with his cock filling me and rocking was enough to wake me up.
"You've researched about me?"
"Gotta get to know your stalker."
"I would be sending you selfies everyday, and tell you how much I miss you in the captions."
"Oh god, that would be way too much for me."
"It would overwhelm you?"
I nodded, it was the truth because I didn't need that kind of attention. I would freak out if he really did that to me back then because I felt nothing for him other than physical lust. It would make me feel bad that he seemed to be hitting on me hard, and crushing on me more than physically.
"I wouldn't want to lead you on." It reminded me so much of the anxiety that I felt when he first started texting me after our first weekend together. I could still feel that sometimes when I got texts from the guy that I was currently in a physical relationship with.
That all changed when I met this guy, who was cocooning me from everything at the moment, again.
"You could've just told me off."
"I wouldn't know what you mean exactly if I can't see you in face-to-face. I don't want to think too much about a text."
"Okay, fair enough. Especially when you don't have any feelings for me."
I stared at him.
How was this even possible?
I didn't see this guy for ten whole year, and I didn't exactly have much feelings for him at the time because I got over them easily.
Ironically, we met again in a sex club. The very same type that I refused to explore with him when he proposed it.
Not only did we hit it off strong, but I quickly realize that what I felt for him was probably deeper than a spur of the moment infatuation.
My stomach growled, saving me from having to keep up with the conversation about how I would reject him in different ways back then. I really didn't want him to realize just how insignificant our relationship could've been for me if we didn't meet again.
To me, I believed that we needed this time apart to truly grasp what we wanted, at least to me I found the time apart invaluable to what we shared now. I needed the time to get out there and experience life before I could make a life long decision.
I needed to explore love before I could choose to settle down.
I didn't want to be consumed by the very first guy I met. We didn't hit it off like I did with some of my exes, which further proved that at the time, all we could have was something physical before we ruined what we could potentially have down the road.
I just didn't want to settle with the first guy I got with sexually in college. I had a whole new world ahead of me, so why bog down with the one guy that was going to be separate from me for an entire year anyway.
Admittedly, this guy was wonderful and everything a boyfriend material if we were heading down that path. He knew how to treat a girl right, but was it necessary? We shouldn't force anything that didn't come naturally.
I liked going with the flow, and it brought us back together in the end.
So, if it was meant to be, then it was meant to be.
Just like the text that I got from Luke the moment I stepped off of the jet with Christian to the boiling hot air of LA, California.
Jason wants to know if he has the potential to claim this patent since it wasn't filed correctly by another firm
I'm guessing a lot of you are reading it on my wordpress page, so I might as well just get the rest up.
As for the request for Christian's POV from LiannyW I have been brainstorming, so we'll see. Maybe I'll put it up here or it'll be on Wordpress.
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