Day’s eyes went wide, but Wyatt just shook his head. “Ignore her. She was dropped on her head as a baby. She was super excited to find out our friend Robby grew up in a creepy cult, and she almost wet her pants when we learned our friend Elijah’s husband is a card carrying sociopath, who we’re almost positive has literally killed somebody. Maybe more than one somebody.”
“Who are you people?” Day managed. “Ouch! I think my brows are plucked enough. I’m going to look like Joan Crawford inWhatever Happened to Baby Jane.”
“That might be the gayest thing I’ve ever heard somebody say and I’m surrounded by them every day,” Charlie said, delighted.
“Do you know how offensive that is?” Wyatt asked, shaking his head.
Charlie snorted. “I’m a card carrying family member, boo. I put the B in LGBT, baby.”
“You do know the B doesn’t stand for bitch, right?” Day asked.
Charlie gaped at him, and Wyatt howled with laughter. She held Day down and tweezed another hair, so he reached up and pinched her. She slapped him on the forehead, and then they all dissolved into fits of laughter.
When they finally settled, Wyatt asked, “What are you going to do? Just live with Jackson forever?”
“Not like he’d mind. You’ve got him wrapped around your little…finger,” Charlie added with a smirk. “You must have a magical ass. Jackson hasn’t so much as dated since we’ve known him and you’ve got him two seconds away from proposing in a little over a week.”
“Shut up,” Day said, even though his heart was doing cartwheels behind his ribcage.
Wyatt threw a pack of cotton balls at Charlie before directing his questions at Day. “Do you think this guy will come after you? Do they have any leads about who he is?”
“No. Whoever it is seems to know enough about computers to hide their tracks, or maybe they’re just lucky. I honestly just can’t imagine anybody giving that much of a shit about me. It doesn’t make sense. Like, it’s all just fantasy, and he never even talked to me. He would just keep the screen black, which was hella creepy and made it really awkward for performances.”
“Maybe he was afraid you’d recognize his voice?” Wyatt said, shaking the clear nail polish in his hand.
Day froze. Could that be it? “Maybe… Do you think? But I don’t really know anybody. You’re the closest thing I’ve had to friends in four years.”
“It doesn’t have to be a friend,” Charlie said. “It could be anybody who sees you on the regular. If binge-watchingDiscovery Investigateshas taught me nothing else, it’s that danger lurks around every corner and being married is a hazard to a woman’s health.” Wyatt scoffed, but Charlie didn’t back down. “What? It’s true. Marriage makes men stabby. The husband always did it.”
“So, you think my stalker could be anybody I’ve ever met?” Day said, disappointment seeping into his voice.
“I mean, yeah, kind of. At least, every man you’ve ever met. A bank teller? Your yoga teacher? The guy who sells you your weed?” Charlie said.
“Who exactly do you think I am in this scenario? I can’t afford a yoga teacher or weed, and my bank is PayPal and CashApp,” Day said, shaking his head.
“I’m just saying, everybody is a suspect until proven otherwise. But, if I were you, I’d make a list of legit everybody I know and make Jackson run them down one by one. Besides, you just said you don’t know that many people, so how hard could it be?”
Day didn’t know how hard it could be. Could it be somebody from his gym? The laundry mat? The Chinese takeaway place? It made Day’s blood run cold to think he could be having casual conversations with somebody whose obsession with him ran deep enough to kill.
“Yeah. You’re right. How hard could it be?” he said, voice dull.
* * *
By the time Charlie and Wyatt left, Jackson was in bed, but the door was open and the lights were on, and he could hear Jackson pecking away on his laptop. Day stripped off his clothes, fully prepared to join Jackson in his bed when a much better idea occurred to him.
He went to his drawer and pulled out a pair of pale blue thigh-high stockings, a brocade corset of the same color and a pair of lace shorts that hugged his ass. He laid on the bed and grabbed his phone, opening his FaceTime app and dialing Jackson’s number.
It barely rang before Jackson’s face appeared on the screen. Day’s cock hardened the moment he saw Jackson’s gorgeous face and noted he was shirtless. “Day?”
Day bit down on his lower lip, letting his teeth slide over it before he purred, “Hi, Daddy.”
Jackson’s brown eyes widened, one brow hiking up. “Hi, baby. What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you,” he said, turning the screen so Jackson could see Day rubbing his semi-hard cock through his lace panties. “See?”
Jackson’s response was a low rumble. “I do see. What is it you’re thinking about me doing to you?”
Day sank into the pillows, pulling the phone back enough for Jackson to see the corset that stopped just below his chest, before pinching one of his nipples and moaning. “Touching me here…and here,” he said, giving his other nipple the same treatment.
