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little box. So sad it was connected to a duplicitous bitch. The thought made me ram her harder. She clasped my bicep so hard I thought she would pop my muscle.
    Her voice gave out from screaming, and she was reduced to a series of raspy gasps as she met my thrusts. She started to come—I could feel the trembling of the walls of her canal. It pushed me over the edge, and I came so hard the edges of my vision blurred. Her magnetic vagina drew out all of my anger and energy and left me feeling kind of sad.
    I pulled out and stood up, careful not to wobble. I pulled up my pants and stared down at the mess I’d left of her.
    “I’m leaving tomorrow morning from the private air strip south of town. I know you’re headed out tomorrow, too. Cancel your flight and come with me on my plane. Bring Susie.”
    She glared at me, her amazing chest rising and falling as she struggled to breathe. She licked her dry lips and made a little croaking sound, but I didn’t particularly care what she had to say at the moment. I walked out of the box.

Mackenzie
     
    Susie and I stood on the tarmac in the baking desert sun the next morning, our bags beside us. At first I was convinced he was standing us up, as some kind of stupid joke or mean-spirited prank.
    Why was I even here? Because Mr. Fallon thought this was the greatest thing ever and promised me a raise. If I did what he wanted, I’d get a raise. If I did what Scott wanted, which was the exact same thing, I’d be debt-free in a month. It didn’t seem possible.
    Scott arrived in a rented black limo, glistening in the sun. He walked up to me like nothing had happened and gave me a warm hug and a kiss. He scoped out my outfit, nothing special, and said, “You look beautiful today.”
    “Thanks.”
    “You must be Susie. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Scott swept her up in a hug as well. She made a thumbs up gesture at me over his shoulder. I smiled sickly and stared down at the pavement. Last night I told Susie I’d gotten food poisoning and wasn’t feeling well. She’d spent the night in the kindergarten teacher’s room, and I’d stayed in by myself.
    “Come on up, ladies,” Scott said, leading us up the air stairs. I caught my breath when I got inside. I’d only ever flown commercial before, usually coach. This was amazing.
    “What kind of plane is this?” Susie asked.
    “Bombardier Global Express.” Scott explained to us all sorts of interesting facts about it, but I was intrigued by the beige and woodgrain interior. The first section had four cushy recliner chairs, while the back had a twin sized bed and another set of recliners. The posh luxury of the plane almost made up for the sick feeling I got in my stomach whenever I looked at Scott.
    “Here, why don’t you lie down back here and try and get some rest.” Scott led me to the bed and lay me down. “Can I get you anything?”
    “A divorce?”
    He waved his hand, showing me the lap of luxury I was in. The bed was shockingly comfortable, and I sank onto it amid a pile of decorative pillows. “You don’t really mean that. Now let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. I’ll be up front chatting with Susie.”
    He pulled a curtain closed behind him, giving me some privacy. I stared at the jet’s ceiling. It felt so strange not to have to wear a seatbelt as the little plane took off. My ears popped as it ascended.
    I’d had, without a doubt, the best sex of my life the night before. The way Scott had thrown me down and ravaged me… Thinking about it made me a little light-headed. But everything he’d said, the way he’d looked at me. I’d spent the night curled up on the bed in my hotel room crying. A month ago, I’d had it all. Now I had nothing. I was being manipulated by several people, and I didn’t know how to wrap my brain around any of it.
    In the cabin of the plane, Susie laughed at something Scott had said. She had no idea he knew and was sitting up there, thinking he was a lovely