He fumbles with the phone, and all I hear now is him tapping on it, followed by my own phone buzzing. When I bring it down from my ear, I see a new text from Kyle. With shaky fingers, I tap on it, then on the screenshot he sent.
I almost drop the device to the ground when Mona’s face fills the screen. She smiles sexily into the camera, her lips looking like a wet dream. The eyeliner she has on is making her eyes pop, and I swear I just got an erection only from looking at her picture.
“Unfucking believable,” I mumble.
“It’s her, right?” Kyle asks, but he already knows the fucking answer.
Without another word, I end the call. I am in too much of a shock, and having a conversation with my friend who usuallyhas the attention span of a squirrel is not within my current bandwidth.
A knock at the door gets me out of my stupor, but it’s short lived. I turn my head and stare at it refusing to invite in whoever is on the other side.
“Alex, may I come in?”
I groan out loud. It’s Melissa, my top saleswoman who was on her way to bombing her presentation before I paused the meeting.
“Come in.”
I sound angry and mad at the world. I hope she’ll get the hint and walk out of here without wasting more of my time.
The door opens slowly, then her smiling face pops in. “Hey, we’re ready for you when you are,” she says. “I’m pretty sure I figured out our dilemma from earlier, and you will like the outcome.”
“Pretty sureguarantees me nothing,” I growl at her. “I need certainty. I will not throw money at something thatmightwork out.”
The smile dies on Melissa’s face, and her eyes round with worry.
“I apologize, Alex. I misspoke. I am certain that the numbers support…”
I put a hand up to stop her. “No.”
She swallows hard, visibly worried about where I’m going with this.
“My time and money are too valuable to waste it on something I do not believe in. Go back to the drawing board. We’ll reschedule the meeting.”
She stares at me for a few more moments before nodding my way. “Understood.”
The door closes, and I am once again alone and free to stare at Mona’s picture in the text that Kyle sent to me. The more Ilook at it, the more distraught I get. But why? I’m the one who sent her away. She is free to do whatever the hell she wants to. Why do I feel like she’s cheating on me by being on this site?
Frowning at the screen, I zoom in on the picture she posted on there. She used to send me sexy selfies all the time. In fact, I’m pretty sure this one here is cropped from one she sent me where her cleavage was on display.
I get out of the text and go straight to the photo app. There is no hesitation when I tap on the album namedMona, then start scrolling until I find the picture I am looking for. My hand clenches on the phone, anger flooding all my senses. How dare she do this to me?
But she’s not doing anything to me. We’re not together. I didn’t want to be with her anymore.
And my dick hasn’t worked since.
FIVE
Mona
“Lucy, I’m home!”
My voice is loud as I call out to absolutely no one just as I slam the door closed behind me. I got into the habit of doing it, but not every time I get home. I like to keep my neighbors on their toes.
Dumping my bag and coat right where I stand, I step away, ready to get out of my work clothes. My day has been long and tiring, and I am happy to get to some peace and quiet.
As a customer service worker in a call center for a large cell company, I am on the phone for eight hours straight. There is no down time. People constantly call to complain about something. Once in a while, they just need clarification on their account, and those are my favorite types of calls.
While the job in itself is very stressful, the pay is good, and they offer overtime, which I sign up for any chance I can get. I also get a good discount on my cell phone plan, so it’s a win all around.
