Home Coming

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Bianca scanned her living room, marveling at the luxury of all the things around her. The Italian marble floor. The hand carved, antique mantel piece. The paintings that would be just as at home on the walls of a museum as here in her living room. Plush velvet and silk couches cuddled together in the large space, making cozy what could be cold. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It was more than she had ever imagined having before Esteban swept her off her feet. The dollars that paid for all these wonderful, beautiful things wasn't the real cost, though. Once again, she'd pay in loneliness.

Bianca leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I hate it when you have to go away for so long.”

Esteban slid his warm fingers along her jawline and cupped the back of her neck. “I know, my love. But business is business. Did you call Rachel?”

“I did. I asked Roger to pick her up on his way back from the airport. But… can't you stay for another hour?” Bianca arched her back and smiled, her fingers toying with her top button.

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