Me: Not that you’d have to do that every time. It’s not expected or anything.
Send.
Oh my god, what is wrong with me!?
Me: Please delete these and block my number without showing your friends. That’s all I’ll ask of you.
My face is on fire.
It’s melted off.
I have no face anymore.
Which will make witness protection easy. Because clearly, I need to change my name and disappear.
I flip my phone over and put it back on the bed. Then I lay my hand over the top and press it into the mattress. Because maybe if I press hard enough, I’ll be able to push it into another dimension, and this will have never happened.
The phone vibrates, startling me.
And it keeps vibrating. Not with texts. With an incoming call.
He wouldn’t.
I pick my phone up, and sure enough, Big Guy is calling.
I almost don’t answer. Almost hit decline. But he knows I’m near my phone. I just sent him five text messages in a row.
I shut my eyes as I hit answer. Maybe it will help if I can’t see.
“Hello?” My voice comes out high pitched.
“Angel.” I can hear the smile in Dominic’s voice. “Just to be clear, you should absolutely expect me to return the favor when we’re together.”
His voice is pitched extra low, and the texture of it rattles in my chest.
“Oh,” I barely whisper.
“And, if I were a gentleman, I’d make sure you get at least two favors to every one of mine.”
I swallow.
“But also, if I were a gentleman, I wouldn’t have fucked you in a breastfeeding room, sucking on those big, beautiful titties while you bounced around on my lap.”
I choke on the air leaving my lungs.
“So, guess I’m not always a gentleman. But I can still promise that you’ll always get your favors.” Dominic pauses while my heart beats wildly out of control. “But save your favors for me. Alright, Mama?”
“I…” Holy orgasms, I’m about to come just from his words. “My favors are for you.”
“Good. Now get some sleep, Valentine.” Dominic slows his speech on my name, stretching it out for a fraction of a second longer, then he ends the call.
Boneless, I drop sideways onto the bed.
I hope we can see each other again soon.
CHAPTER 6
Val
My hand flies down to my phone the second it vibrates with a text.
Disappointment flares when I see Savannah’s name on the screen. Which I immediately feel bad about because I like Savannah. I like her a lot. She’s only been my sister-in-law for a couple of months, but she’s already my favorite family member. I just happen to be waiting for a text from someone else.
Or maybe he’s waiting for me to text first?
But since we both witnessed my texting disaster two nights ago, I think it’s safe to say that no one is expecting me to know proper texting etiquette.
I reply to Savannah, telling her that I’d love to come over for dinner next weekend.
It’ll be nice to see her, and I’ll need a break from sitting in my empty apartment fantasizing about Dominic.
Savannah texts back, confirming the time, and I add in the obligatory what should I bring? even though they have a cook that lives on their property. You know, like people do.
My desktop computer signals the arrival of the email I’ve been waiting for, so I turn back to my screen.
I’m reading through the email when my phone buzzes with Savannah’s reply.
My hands go to my keyboard to type up the reply, but then I remember the text and glance down.
Big Guy: Did you have a nice day, Shorty?
Not Savannah.
My cheeks are hot.
Why are my cheeks hot?
Me: Pretty normal. How about you?
Send.
Big Guy: Mine was pretty normal, too. But I couldn’t stop thinking about this knockout I met at the airport this week.
Knockout?
Swoon.
Me: Oh yeah? I bet she was super funny and brilliant.
Send.
I groan.
Why am I so weird?
Big Guy: You think I would settle for anything less?
Gah, he’s so perfect.
Me: Of course not. I’ve seen your face.
Send.
I groan again.
I’ve seen your face?
Me: I don’t mean that in a serial killer way.
Send.
Me: I meant that I’ve seen how handsome your face is.
Send.
Me: And that obviously you wouldn’t have to settle since you look the way you do.
Send.
Me: Reimplementing the blocking request. See text from two days ago.
Send.
I turn my head to my second computer monitor, which is currently off, and stare at my reflection on the black surface.