Understood. Plus, I’d like to keep my dick where it is, so I’ll keep my mouth shut. I’ll look at my schedule and text you a few options for when you can come in this week.
Lexi
Okay, sounds good. Also, if you need me to finish what I started earlier, I’m game.
I stared down at my phone in disbelief. Did she just offer up a booty call?
Me
Sweetheart, are you saying you miss me already?
Lexi
Why do you have to be so annoying?
Me
You say annoying. Some may say charming.
Lexi
More like infuriating.
Me
Don’t be a brat, Lexi, or I won’t give you what you want.
Lexi
Listen here, Brando, I’ve been doing fine without you. I don’t need you to get off. I’m perfectly capable of finding someone else to help me out.
Me
See what happens if you do. Try me.
Lexi
Bet.
This fucking woman was going to be the death of me.
9
LEXI
What a pompous ass. How dare he.I squeezed my thighs together to try to soothe the ache that was building there. Fuck, I wished he weren’t so damn good-looking or so good at fucking. That would’ve made ignoring him so much easier, but no. He had to go and be the most devastatingly handsome man I’d ever seen and so amazing in bed that I couldn’t stop thinking about him.Rude.
I’d show him I didn’t need him to get off. I dressed quickly in my sluttiest top and a pair of snug-fitting jeans. After running a brush through my hair and swiping on a thick coat of mascara and lip gloss, I took in my reflection in the mirror.Perfect. Operation ‘make Brando pay’ was in full swing.
I arrived at The Basement twenty minutes later, ready to find myself a cute guy to make Brando jealous. I knew I was being a brat, but I secretly hoped he’d come and punish me with a thousand orgasms. Step One of my plan wassimple: Find a guy who was attractive enough and reel him in as I do. Step Two: Send a selfie to Brando so he knew where I was and who I was with. Step Three: Wait for him to show up and take me out of there. It was a win-win, really. Even if he didn’t show, I’d fuck the other guy to get Brandon out of my system.
Being that it was a Friday night, the place was pretty busy, and there were plenty of options for me to choose from. I saddled up at the bar next to one option, and he immediately took the bait, turning towards me and offering to buy me a drink.God, how was I so good at spotting the easy ones?
Did I feel bad about using the guy? No, he was only buying me a drink, hoping to take me home and use me, so we were really using each other. We made small talk, and he asked me the typical surface-level-getting-to-know-you questions. Then, when I was good and bored with him, I slipped my phone out and shot off a text to Brandon, complete with a discreet selfie I had snagged that included enough of the bar that he’d know where I was and a bit of my new friend.
Me
Don’t worry. I found someone to help me out.
