  &quot;This is beautiful,&quot; he said, rubbing her hair fondly in a way he has come to enjoy.
  &quot;I know,&quot; she said laughing. Moving further into the room.
  &quot;See this,&quot; she said, producing an oil painting.
  &quot;A painting of Mitchell,&quot; he said in awe at the perfection and beauty of the work.
  &quot;What do you think?&quot; She asked.
  &quot;Are you asking me if it s beautiful or perfect? 'Cos you certainly should know it is,&quot; he said, not taking his eyes off the painting.
  &quot;It is? Isn t it? She asked again. Do you like it?&quot;
  &quot;I do... and I am sure Mitchell would be overwhelmed with this,&quot;
  &quot;But it isn t for her&quot;
  &quot;Oh, it s going to an exhibition, isn t it? He asked jokingly. Though he knew he could never allow anybody to have a painting of Mitchell in their room. He alone has the exclusive right to her.
  She la

  &quot;Damn,&quot; he said after she left. If he leaves now, there certainly won t be enough time for whatever it was he wanted to discuss with her and he has a lot to discuss with her, for a start, is the no-commitment clause in their deal. He wants to revisit that part and address it again. 
  &quot;You can t go in there. Mr. Smith is very busy at the moment,&quot;
  &quot;Ma am... Please I said...&quot; And the door burst open, admitting Anabel and his secretary, who looked sorry.
  &quot;Sir, I tried to explain to her and stopped her but she couldn t listen&quot; The secretary, hastily explained.
  &quot;It s alright,&quot; he said, waving off his secretary as he quickly spares another impatient glance at his wristwatch.
  &quot;Now isn t a good time,&quot; he said, sitting in his chair.
  &quot;Isn t it?&quot; She asked as she closed the gap between them and came to stand in front 

  &quot;Going somewhere?&quot; He asked
  Mitchell stopped. Not daring to turn and look at him.
  &quot;No... Yes…&quot; She said hurriedly and confusedly.
  Michael circled and was standing in front of her in no time, he had showered and had a change of cloth, and he also had an apron on, which shows he must have been cooking in the kitchen.
  She blushed, remembering how insatiable she had been, not that he hadn t matched her hunger. He had. Their passion, hunger, and sexual craving matched each other very well, even Michael had been almost insatiable.
  He raises a puzzled look at her after he had given her a thorough look. He knew she was trying to sneak out.
   &quot;I thought we agreed you d be spending the night with me,&quot;
  &quot;We did... didn t we?&quot; She replied hastily. Then smiled uncomfortably, but I just remember I have to be somewhere right now. 
  &quot;It s past 

&quot;This is beautiful,&quot; he said, rubbing her hair fondly in a way he has come to enjoy.
  &quot;I know,&quot; she said laughing. Moving further into the room.
  &quot;See this,&quot; she said, producing an oil painting.
  &quot;A painting of Mitchell,&quot; he said in awe at the perfection and beauty of the work.
  &quot;What do you think?&quot; She asked.
  &quot;Are you asking me if it s beautiful or perfect? 'Cos you certainly should know it is,&quot; he said, not taking his eyes off the painting.
  &quot;It is? Isn t it? She asked again. Do you like it?&quot;
  &quot;I do... and I am sure Mitchell would be overwhelmed with this,&quot;
  &quot;But it isn t for her&quot;
  &quot;Oh, it s going to an exhibition, isn t it? He asked jokingly. Though he knew he could never allow anybody to have a painting of Mitchell in their room. He alone has the exclusive right to her.
  She laughed too. Someday... But I d like to perfect my work and get trained before I take that hug

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