“Well … I feel like you just hit the nail on the head, and I hadn’t known I had that nail exposed,” she admitted, not feeling bitter about me peeling back a layer and forcing her to look at it. She was simply digesting my words as they were—the truth, and she knew it.
“What were you doing before I walked in?” I was curious where all this had begun.
She’d seemed fine the last time I talked to her. Better than fine actually since we’d just had a bout of phone sex.
“I was just scrolling on social media.” She covered her face with her hands, feeling embarrassed to admit she had been wasting time on the internet instead of whatever she should have been doing.
“Well, that’s the fucking problem. Social media is a poison to your mind. It creates a high, much like a drug’s effect, when someone likes your shit or comments. You want more and feel validated when people engage with you. Like you’re important. It also makes you compare your life with others. Their highlight reels to your behind-the-scenes. It’s all a lie, and you shouldn’t waste your life on it. You’ve got a real life to live, not that shit. Check in on people, do business, but then get the hell out of there. Like right now. Let’s go.”
I was getting her away from the computer and away from her own mind, stat.
There was no plan in my head of what we were going to do, but I couldn’t let her sit here in this negative air right now.
“Okay. Let me just close out of this and tell Jay I’m heading out.” She stood and didn’t question what or where we were going.
Jay waggled his eyebrows at her, and she gave him a death glare that held no effect on his well-being. He actually laughed instead of cringed, as she’d probably meant for him to do.
As the elevator closed with just us in it, I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her against my chest, and leaned in to press my lips against hers.
“I missed you, Mia. Should have said that first,” I murmured against her lips, and her arms came up to my shoulders, fingers digging in slightly.
“Are you taking my advice and going to sate me with orgasms again, so I will forget everything streamlining through my head?” she purred jokingly, but honestly, it wasn’t a bad idea.
I hit the button for her penthouse floor and began working on making her only think of me and my cock for the next hour.
