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Kate looked at Amir who was now smoking after giving her the best orgasms. He was no 

phone, a 

sy scrolling his 

Kate’s eyes might be on his chubby body, but she was still thinking about Marissa. 

“When will we go for dinner?” She asked him and tossed aside the quilt that was covering her nak*ed body. Her body badly needed a shower. 

He yawned loudly and stretched noisily, “If you want, you can cook something here. I might not go out,” 

“Why?” She stopped collecting her clothes from the floor, “Do I need to remind you, that we need to deliver Marissa Aaron’s file to her place? Now move your lazy ass, Amir!” 

She didn’t wait for his response and hopped in the shower. After getting done, she slathered some scented lotion on her body and got out of the bathroom wearing the same dress, she had been wearing before. 

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However, when she came out of the bathroom, she was thoroughly disappointed to see him snoring loudly. 

“I can’t believe it! Why are you sleeping?” she went to him and shook his shoulder, “Amir! Get up.” 

But the man was fast asl in bed. He didn’t even 

bother to wear anything or to take the quilt over him. 

His heavy belly was wobbling in his sleep. 

“Amir!” this time she got a bit louder, but it seemed either he had turned deaf, or he had died. 

“What should I do now? What kind of a man is he? He 

doesn’t even care that his fiancée just got herself a café. Rafael Sinclair won’t only take it back but will also push me off that building. 

“Amir!” she climbed on his heavy body and started shaking him. The man stayed there like a block of 

stone. 

Combing her fingers through her hair in frustration, she looked around. She wanted to find the file and now 

she understood why Rafael Sinclair awarded her with a café. He wanted to make sure that if Amir would go 

back on his word, then Kate would not take 

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a second to go ahead with it. 

Kate loved Amir. Or maybe she was habitual of him. Sometimes their relationship dynamics confused her 

too. 

But she was not ready to give up a golden chance that could give her career a boost. 

She started going through his cupboards and drawers but couldn’t find the file. In a few minutes, his living 

room and bedroom had turned into a mess. 

Kate even raided his fridge searching for some secret 

compartment. 

“Oh, God! Mr. Sinclair will kill me,” she went to the 

kitchen to make herself some coffee. She needed to stop panicking if she wanted this to work. 

After making herself some coffee, she started taking its sips slowly. 

How to search for the file? Where to start looking? 

The jerk didn’t even confide in her about the location. 

“Kitchen cabinets?” her face lit up and she started looking in all the cabinets. She went inside the pantry space and wanted to gag. 

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Most of the stuff must have got rotten because it smelled so bad. The majority of it seemed to expire. Fortunately, she never cooked anything in his kitchen. 

They either dined outside or used to order it. 

There was a corner cupboard in the pantry that was too thin, and nothing could be placed in there. Its planks weren’t even holding together. She didn’t know why it was even there. 

“Let’s have a look inside and get out onere,” she opened it and voila. There were several files placed there. 

And most of them were property files. 

“You a*sshole! You are rich!” she spat in anger, but this was not the time to rage on something like this. 

“Focus, Kate! Remember the café!” 

She took out all the files and dumped all of them on the kitchen floor. Amir was drunk dead, so she had enough time to go through all of them. 

*** 

“God! It sucks! Here I come, Mar!” Sophie didn’t want to scream but couldn’t control it in excitement Her 

fingers were flying over the controller as she moved 

her kart around a sharp turme 

She and Marissa had a long day and they needed to 

take it out somewhere. So, when kids finally went to 

sleep, they didn’t take time to settle on the couch. 

holding controllers, and chose Mario Kart. 

Marissa kept her eyes gluco 

the screen. “Not so fast, 

girl! I’ve got a red shell here with your name on it. You 

just wait and watch!” 

Sophie huffed when she saw what Marissa was doing. 

With a horrified expression, she glanced towards her friend, “Don’t you dare, Mar… oh, you bit*ch. You have thrown me at the back again!” she started shaking her hand gritting her teeth. 

“Accept it, Sophie! You are getting old!” Marissa sang it like a Jennifer Lopez song. 

“Nah! Even my grandfather hasn’t gotten old. So don’t make the granddaughter remind you that I have still got enough lives.” 

Marissa laughed, her character was zooming ahead on the screen quite expertly. 

“Mar New doww! At least wait for me? Sophie tried to snatch the controller from Mario’s grip with one hand, but she designed her expertly 

*** 

“All is fair in love and Mario Kart. Sophie they both 

were giggling when the door 

and he stood in the doorwa 

Flint’s room opened 

ing his hand on his 

hip. “Are you two planning to wake up the kids?” 

He asked sternly but Marissa and Sophie were so engrossed that they didn’t even bother to look his way. 

“It’s you who are louder here, grandpa,” Sophie remarked, her eyes still on Marissa’s character, “Damn, Mar! This is after such a long time, and I feel I haven’t forgotten a thing.” 

“I agree, you still remember how to lose!” Marissa teased her friend and whooped when her character crossed the finishing line. 

“Don’t stop, Marissa. This is the last lap!” Flint was standing behind their couch like a spectator and was now encouraging Marissa. 

Sophia leaned forward with her heart racing, “This is 

getting intense. I’m right at your tail, Mar, and Flint…” she quickly looked over her shoulder, “Stop helping 

her!” 

They didn’t even realize that Flint who was getting angry minutes ago had now drawn a stool and was sitting on it. 

“Marissa! Watch out the banana peel!” Flint screamed and then covered his mouth, “Damn!” Marissa quickly tried to recover her cart a werved it to avoid the 

peel, 

“Ouch! Too late!” 

Marissa gritted her teeth in frustration when Sophia teased her. 

“Seriously! I hate those things,” she complained with a pout, but Sophie didn’t answer her. She was too busy in controlling her cart. 

At last, after a final burst of speed, Sophie crossed the finish line just ahead of Marissa. 

“And finish! First place, baby! Wohoo!” she hooted this time keeping her volume low. 

“Ugh! Second again. You have always been good at this,” Marissa slumped back against the couch, there was a playful pout on her face. 

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Sophia nudged her with a shoulder, “Don’t worry. Practice makes perfect. Work harder next time!” she stuck out her tongue making Marissa chuckle. 

The game had helped her a lot to bring her out of that depressed mode. 

Both the girls were discussin the game while Flint’s eyes were still glued to the screen. 

“How about you two let me play one match!” he asked with a meaningful yet innocent smile, “Please?” 

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