“Tell me everything. Your texts were so vague!” Cilli squeaked on the other end of the line.
“I fucked up and booked on the wrong date, but the guy that rented the house for this winter is letting me stay here until I find a place.” I lay back and let my feet dangle off the bed.
“Shit. Are you safe there?” The sounds ofDrag Racesuddenly quieted. He was seriously worried if he turned his favorite show off.
“Yeah, I am. My physical well-being is not at stake here.” I threw my arm over my eyes. “I just humped a pillow and came thinking of him.”
“What? Why? You’ll get yourself into trouble again.” He sighed and purred contemplatively. “Is he hot?”
I groaned. “He has abs and tentacles for days. And get this, he cooks too!”
His giggle was loud and joyous. “Gurl, you’re so fucked. Are you sure you didn’t plan all of this?”
“No. I wish I was that brilliant.”
“What would he think if he knew you’d jacked off to him?”
“Considering he just stroked me to completion while kissing me within an inch of my life, I think he’d be okay with that.”
“What?” Cilli’s voice reached a high octave. “You’re definitely staying there as long as possible if that’s on the table.”
“No. I should get my own place and explore the city. He planned to be alone for the month. While it was fun for a moment, I don’t want to overstay my welcome when the storm goes away.”
“Bullshit. Don’t sell yourself short. You have more than your sexy ass to offer. He’d be lucky to have your companionship instead of some lonely wallowing and sad jerking off sessions.”
“Shut up.”
He chortled. “Here I thought I’d have to tell you to stop looking at Mira’s social media pics and move on, but you’re way ahead of me.”
I sat bolt upright. “What did she post? I’ve only been checking my phone to see if any places for me to stay replied.”
“Just a bunch of sickeningly cute pics with Derek.”
“Ugh. And to think,Iwas the one who introduced them. Hell, I was so adamant that my girlfriend and my ex-boyfriend could be friends that it’s practically all my fault.” I smacked myself on the forehead.
“No, it’s not. They did you dirty.”
“Well, I’m here to forget about that mess, and so far, so good.” I ruffled my hair as if it would help me clear my head. “How’s your following doing? Is work okay?”
“I posted a peak tutorial yesterday, and it’s racking up decent interest. The green foundation shows well on my face, and a few people used my discount at the online store. As for the day job, the girls at Sephora are nice, the clients can be nasty, but it’s not so bad overall.” A doorbell rang on Cilli’s end of the line.
“Soon, an entire clientele will be coming there just for you.”
“We’ll see. My pizza is here, so I gotta go.”
“And I think I got an email. I may have a place to stay.” I looked at the new notification.
Cillian sighed. “You wanna leave the hottie that gives you orgasms?”
“Go get your food.” I hung up on him giggling.
The email was from another hotel apologizing for being all booked and mentioning the weather. I rolled over, and the pillow stuck to me. Oops.
My hoodie was covered in my cum, as were my thighs and abs. I ducked into the bathroom for a quick cleanup and left the dirty hoodie on the floor. Shame, cause it smelled like Spiro—an ocean breeze, and the honey sweetness of the lubricant he produced. Thankfully, I’d packed plenty of oversized hoodies, but not enough to last me the entire stay at this rate.
I opened my socials and scrolled through the comments on my latest video where I talked about landing at O’Hare, grinning like a loon. The draft pending was of another vid of me in front ofthe house with red-rimmed eyes, thinking I’d be sleeping on the street. I deleted it, then pointed the camera toward myself.
“A little update on my trip. I fucked up my booking, and it turned out someone else is staying at the place I was supposed to spend the next month in. But, worry not, I will not be haunting the alleys of Chicago.” I paused for dramatic effect. “The guy staying here offered for me to wait out the storm at the house. Once I find an alternative, I’ll move out. Planes are grounded for now, so no food-seeing for me. I’m hoping to make a proper trip to the city in a few days and give you all updates about the best places for a picky eater! Give ‘em Kaos!” I winked at the camera and stopped the recording. With tags I had saved on my clipboard, the vid was ready to post. I scrolled through the messages and marked those from potential affiliates to read later.
