Anger and frustration hung on the air like a reeking layer of angst. "Armand," she called, knowing he wasn't there. She hadn't seen him since their fight the night before. He'd slept in the third story guestroom and she left for work long before he woke up. Nor had she spoken to him on the phone. It was a void she hoped to heal soon. Not only was the bed cold without his furnace-like body heating up the sheets, she felt surprisingly empty without his companionship. Surely she could go one day without him. She wasn't that pathetic. Besides, she had a point to prove. Running to his muscular arms and nuzzling into his perfect chest and inhaling his perfect scent because she was lonely was not going to help her case. Setting her purse on the bar, she tossed her coat on the couch before navigating the stairs down to Luxure. The angst was even worse in the bar. She glanced at Kindle. "God, can we burn some incense or something?" He wrinkled his nose. "It won't help." She glanced around the still empty bar.
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