Again, his reply is quick.
Dorran:It’s kind of anticlimactic when you take so long to get back to me.
Me:I gave you a reason, though xx
Dorran:I didn’t get a chance to see your tits earlier – you know, when my switchblade was shoved deep inside your sweet little cunt.
My neck and chest feel flush after reading that, and my breathing turns a bit erratic as I think back to what happened at midnight.
I gotta admit: it’d been tough getting proper sleep after Dorran had left. I could feel his hands on my skin, taste my cum, and his lips, in my mouth, late into the night. I’d touched myself to those very sensations, but the orgasm I’d given myself had been nothing compared to the one Dorran had given me.
How do you stop an addiction from shooting up your veins too fast?
How do you relish every second of it, and also not worry about it burning out before you even have the chance to get high on it?
“Boss?” comes Raj’s voice.
I blink and look at him. “Yeah?”
He fixes his glasses and types something onto his computer. “I’ve just emailed you the graphics I created for the charity ball’s social media announcement. Could you, like, give them a look? Because I gotta post them everywhere by noon.”
I give him a nod. “Sure.”
I open his email and download the attached files, then go over all three of them at length.
They look amazing, as expected, and anyone who saw these and didn’t know my mom’s actual motives, would think she’s a damn saint for supporting the orphanages and women shelters that are listed in all three of the graphics.
“You’re agoon these,” I tell Raj, then get back on my phone.
“Thanks, boss,” he says.
“Yup.” I type in my response to Dorran.
Me:Technically, it was your switchblade’shandlethat was inside me.
Dorran:Semantics.
I chuckle.
I’m still thinking of what to say to that, when he sends in another text.
Dorran:Did you touch yourself after I left?
I press my thighs together as I reply.
Me:I’m offended that that’s even a question. Didyou?
Dorran:I did borrow your shorts, didn’t I?
I swallow and push my hair behind my ears.
Fucking dipshit.
Dorran:Is there a bathroom where you are?
I shouldn’t like what he’s getting at, if only because I’m at work. But I’m too intrigued by this asshole to give a shit.
Me:Yeah.
