With a shake of my head, I inched the wand from my lashes.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I went in for a second coat.
Bzzzt.
Bzzzt.
Giveon was silenced on the Bluetooth speaker once more.
“Fuck.”
Inhaling slowly, I shoved the mascara wand into the tube and set it on the vanity. I replaced it with my cell, swiping the screen to connect the call. Until I answered, he’d continue calling. Interrupting my music again would send me to a place I wouldn’t be able to return from before the night’s end. In an attempt to remain level-headed, I decided to give the caller the attention he craved.
“Leland, let’s make this the last time you dial my number. I’d hate to turn those talented fingers to nubs to make sure you never press another digit on that cell of yours again and think three times about telling Siri.”
“Royc–”
“Your unforgettable, curved dick and your knowledge of use are the only reasons I’m giving you the courtesy of a warning. This will not happen again.Should it… Then, I will not be on your line, Leland. I’ll be in your home, turning every warning into your reality.”
“Please. Just hear me out,” he begged.
“Your excuses are trash. Your explanations are trash. Your head is trash. Your frame is trash. Your choice in clothes is trash. Your chains are trash. Your watch is trash. Your vocabulary is trash. Your lack of awareness is trash.
“Your choice of guns is trash. Your outlook on life is trash. Your resources are trash. Your connections are trash. Your conversation is trash. Your circle of friends is trash. The thread count of your sheets is trash. And, your apology method is trash.
“Had it been a direct deposit of six figures for all the trash I’ve endured since encountering you, maybe this call would be going a lot smoother. But, since it was a measly twenty-thousand-dollar Rolex,product of more trash, here we are.
“Leland, you don’t represent my standards. I’m doing us both a favor by ending what should never have begun. It was fun while it lasted, but your time is up.”
My cell slammed against my vanity as anxiety crept up my throat.
“Ugh.”
A shake of the head led my eyes upward with a roll. I instantly regretted the number of words I’d shared with Leland. He wasn’t worth even the first four, let alone the rest.
It’s the curve. I reasoned, recalling the way it touched the corners that no one before him had discovered.
I closed my eyes, sure not to smear the damp mascara on the rest of my perfectly polished face.
That fucking curve.
It was lethal, giving Leland a chance he likely didn’t deserve. Our first encounter in the gym was my downfall. There was hardly anything he could do to conceal the weapon between his thighs. It kept my lips bumping much longer than usual as he struck up a conversation at the water fountain.
His dick was as long as his money. However, his qualities ended there. They rewarded him with six weeks of my time. That was too much in my opinion.
Bosses only.
The words of my brother toyed with my thoughts. I didn’t take any of his advice lightly, but this advice I took to heart.
