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"So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-"
"-Sex" I cut him off frankly.
"Sex?" H...
Normally, I wouldn't bother to do my makeup or hair just to hop on a flight. Airports are one of the few places where people are not expected to look cute and put-together. Given my mission it's only right that I show up in New York looking like the baddest bitch in the room. I mean I am the baddest bitch in the room, always, irregardless. I'm simply using my physical appearance to reiterate that fact ensuring there's no confusion.
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Beckham swung open the door to his hotel room, confusion written all over his face. "Len what are you doing here?"
"I missed you." I smiled softly, walking into the room. That was a lie but he didn't need to know that.
"You're not supposed to be flying." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I'm seven weeks pregnant. Not seven months. I'm perfectly capable of flying on an airplane, it poses no danger to me. Aside from the pre-existing ones, such as plane crashes. "Where's Jayce?" He asked.
I stood on my tippy toes wrapping my arms around his neck, "Jayce-Lynn is with Brandt who is getting settled in our room. And before you ask Pablo is staying with Ayah." Because she apparently likes animals, to each their own. "Now are you really gonna stand there and pretend like you're not happy to see me?"
Beckham's eyes remained stony and hard. "You don't listen." He shook his head.
I let out a small laugh pecking his lips, "Contrary to what you believe Beckham I don't have to listen to you."
His hand came down hard against my ass causing me to squeal. "Shit Beck! That actually hurt." I pouted.
He gently rubbed my ass in an effort to soothe the burning sensation that had over taken it. "Next time, listen." He smirked placing a kiss on my nose.
His eyes fell to my chest, taking in how good my body looked in the bodycon jumpsuit that I looked amazing in but was also practically suffocating in. They call it loungewear and yet, it's not very comfortable.
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