Which I cannot abide.
Toxic:Oh, I’ll be there. Is there anything you need me to bring?
Samantha:Other than your raging boner?
My girl ain’t playing.
I’m tempted to ask if she’s made an appointment for little droid, but if she hasn’t offered up the details, I doubt she wants to discuss that right now. Which is fine.
My attention drifts to Natasha’s friend, who’s about to throw away half of her sausage until Armando swoops in to chastise her.
And then it hits me.
Like a ton of bricks.
It was her party Samantha was at the night little droid was conceived. I don’t remember much from the night outside of Samantha’s animalistic need for my cock, but I’m positive it was her party.
A sliver of dread needles me because I don’t know how the women are acquainted.
Thinking back to Samantha’s social media accounts, I try to recall a single friend she’s posted a picture with. I even check her Chatter as I eat another sausage, but I can’t find a single one.
She must enjoy privacy, which is understandable considering she comes from a wealthy family.
Looking back at the blonde, I try to think of how she might know Samantha. If I had to guess, I’d say her wedding is officially called off, which is probably a good thing, because a broken engagement is much easier to navigate than a broken marriage.
I suppose that’s something I can worry about later.
I return to my phone, deciding to be direct since Samantha so clearly is.
Toxic:Should we plan to stay the whole night?
Samantha:If you think you’ll be able to keep it up that long.
My erection fights to get loose at the worst possible time.
Toxic:For you, it’s always full-mast. Can you tell me what you like?
Samantha:can you talk?
Toxic:wish I could…
Samantha:Fine, but I want to get something straight before we meet up.
Toxic:I’m listening
Samantha:This is about sex. I have a lot going on in my life, and you’re right—pregnant women have insatiable appetites. Since you are the one to put me in this condition, you get to deal with it.
Toxic:gladly
I don’t love her choice of words, and the implication of them, because I want a lot more from her than just sex.
I want everything.
And it’s not just because we made a droid together. I love her wit, and her wicked grin, and the way her emerald eyes narrow when she’s being defiant.
She makes you work for her affection, and I’m okay with that because the best things in life aren’t easy.
And don’t get me started on her body.
