I need a lawyer.
The tick of the countdown timer draws my mind away from my worries and back toward the screen, where it looks like LemonAlpha is about to win his bid for the private room. The price makes my breath hitch.
$2069.
Holy smokes, that’s an amazing start on some ‘go’ money, even if his name alone has guilt stirring in my belly.I already have the best lemon-scented Alpha around.I bet this guy’s is more like cleaning lemon than my Alpha’s sweet, rich lemon bar scent.
There’s a whoosh as he wins the bidding war, and I give the camera my best customer-service smile and hope it’s enough.
“Congratulations, Lemon Alpha. You won today’s private session. I’ll send you a link to the room. AlwaysYours, I can send you a scheduling link so we can chat another day if you like?” The thought of doing more than one live makes bile rise up my throat.
AlwaysYours: Sounds great, Mama.
The name makes me blink a few times. Only one person calls me that…But that can’t be.As I click on the private room and invite LemonAlpha, a strange sense of familiarity overtakes me, and I glance back at the chat.
Mama.
LemonAlpha.
Even the strange numbers they bid, which all ended in either sixty-nine or eighty-eight. There’s no way, right?
The money for the private room deposits straight into my account with a cha-ching, and I do my best to put my suspicions aside. The guys don’t have a clue that I work on this site, not to mention my disguise. Plus, pro-hockey players don’t need to jerk off to a random stranger on the internet with so many puck bunnies all too happy to take care of their needs.
I’m just too in my feels.Whore. Cheater. Liar.
“Hello, LemonAlpha. Welcome to the private room. Here, the rules are a bit different. I’ve enabled your camera and voicefeatures, which you can choose to use if you like,” I launch into my spiel, explaining that for the next hour, I’m essentially this man’s sex puppet. “Now, would you like to share your desires with me?”
I leave the line open, waiting for the Alpha to speak or use the chat to indicate what he wants. Although some prefer to use the chat, most like to just speak; it makes the whole scenario run more smoothly.
LemonAlpha is typing…
He starts and stops several times. I wonder if his request is going to be something wild, considering how much money he dropped. After a few moments, I decide to take the lead.
“Why don’t we start with a location swap? Let’s move onto the bed.” I pick up my computer and bring it with me while lowering gracefully onto the mattress. “Do you want me to take anything off?”
I run my fingers over the swell of my breasts, touching a sensitive spot where Julius’s rough beard abraded my skin earlier. Slick floods my core at the memory, and I shiver. As though my memory conjures the man, his voice filters through the speaker.
“Yeah. I want you to take off that wig. Let your natural beauty shine. Kinda digging the mask though,Phoenix.” His dulcet tones are smooth as honey, rolling over me in a wave of warmth.
“Julius?” I gape, grabbing a blanket to cover myself up. It’s a strange reaction, but being caught on NightNudes is embarrassing. “Oh, my goodness. I’ll refund your money right away. I’m so sorry.”
I blabber on for a few minutes, waiting for my scent-match to reject or to berate me, but it never happens. Instead, Julius does the unexpected.
“Don’t you dare refund a single cent. I paid for an hour of your time, and I want every second of it. Do you have somethingcomfier to wear? Knowing you’re nearly naked is giving me a boner, and we have much to discuss, firebrand.”
I have no idea what’s going on, but soft pajamas sound good, so I slip easily off the bed. I grab a set and toss them on before coming back to snuggle under my comforter. “Oh, also, you need your phone.”
“You’re really not mad?” My voice is a whisper. Asking makes me cringe, but I need to know.
“Never. You’ve done what you need to survive. And to help Asher thrive. I’ll never be mad about that. But I do hope one day you’ll let me care for you instead.” His voice rumbles through the speaker, and I wish he were here. The fear I’ve been carrying since picking up Asher calms, allowing my muscles to relax.
“How do you even know about NightNudes?” I’m dying for an answer. I thought I had covered my tracks so well.
“I think that’s a question for Vonn.” He chuckles. “Since this is my time, how do you feel about houses?”
The abrupt change in topic makes my head spin, but a second later, my phone vibrates with multiple incoming messages.
“I haven’t thought about them since we can barely afford rent on our apartment.” As I open the first link, I swallow hard. The house is a mansion, complete with an enormous pool. “What are all of these for?”
