Goodbye, My Love
The minutes ticked by and it was soon opening time. Ida ducked into the private room reserved for her. Once the door snapped shut, Kensley took off his sunglasses and quickly closed the distance between the two of them, pulling Ida into a hug. Ida, still fuming, slipped a hand under his suit jacket, found a little flesh around his side, and pinched it giving a sharp twist. Kensley jolted with a low grunt. “Honey, I was wrong,” he whimpered pitifully. Ida bared her teeth and glared up at him. “If you knew not to do this, why did you still come?” she hissed. Kensley blinked his eyes rapidly, letting a loose tear trickle down his smooth cheek. Ida, seeing him cry, was shocked and immediately let go. She softly caressed the abused spot. “Did it hurt that badly? I’m sorry!” Kensley smir
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