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And, yeppers, I’ve reached the make-love stage. Of course, I still fuck her because I’m me. But I make love to her, too. And it’s amazing.

Life is amazing.

We’ve been making plans. Nothing major, just things we want to do together. And I’m meeting her friends this weekend. We’re going out to dinner with her best friend, Joely, and her husband, Todd.

I do remember Joely, but I didn’t really know her that well back in college. Apparently, her husband went to Northwestern as well. Morgan told me that was where they met. At a college party, I think she said.

I’m just looking forward to meeting the important people in her life. Last night, she even mentioned us going to visit her parents for a weekend.

Sounds like a big step, right? But, honestly, it doesn’t feel like it. And it’s not like she hasn’t met my parents.

Everything with Morgan feels natural and right. I’m disgustingly and nauseatingly in love with her.

Thy name is Wilder, and I am pussy-whipped.

And I’ve never been happier.

But it’s always the times when you’re at your happiest that things go to shit.

Because, when things go up, they always have to come down.

My desk phone rings, and I pick it up.

“Wilder, it’s Mom.”

“Hey, how are you doing? How’s the cruise?”

Surprisingly, to me and everyone else here—because, even though they retired, they were still here all the goddamn time—my mom and dad booked a last-minute cruise to the Caribbean. They set sail a week ago.

I’ve been getting regular text updates from them, but this is the first phone call.

“Fine. Look, that’s not what I’m calling about. Have you seen the business news today?”

“No. Why?”

“Because Coveted Lingerie just announced a new line. A plus-sized line.”

“What? You mean…”

“Yes.”

Shit.

Coveted Lingerie is our biggest competition.

I sit forward and bring up a search engine on my computer. I type in Coveted Lingerie, and sure enough, in the news section, there is their announcement of a luxury line of plus-sized bras at affordable costs.

“I just…how the hell?”

“That’s what your dad and I want to know. I thought Morgan said that Ananda was the cheapest supplier around.”

“She did. They are.”

“Then, Coveted Lingerie would have to be making the bras at a loss, and I can’t see that happening, Wilder.”

No, she’s right. They wouldn’t.

“Maybe they found another supplier. One that Morgan didn’t know about. Or they struck a deal with one of their current suppliers.”