“There’s one more part of the day,” she tells me after a while, after her heart rate returns to normal, “that I didn’t want to share with you before you came.”
I laugh. “What’s that?”
“My parents leave tomorrow morning. We have to see them for dinner tonight,” she whispers.
I groan. “Ugh. Forget about round two, now,” I say, even while we both feel my dick twitch inside her.
She looks down at me, blue eyes sparkling with so much affection it looks like something new and different and uniquely mine.
“I believe in you,” she says, moving again.
“There’s so much shit here, Elias,” Mia says with a strained voice.
“I know, right?!”
“I don’t even know how you’ve gotten this far without any sort of software. How have you been keeping track of all of this?”
“That Excel spreadsheet, mostly. Keeping receipts and emails and paperwork in my office,” I say, scrubbing my face.
She scrolls through the lines and lines of rows and columns. “This is honestly a feat in itself. This is another full-time job, Elias. This is crazy. I didn’t think I could be more impressed, but here I am.” She stops scrolling after a while. “Elias.”
“What?”
“Elias.”
“What?!”
“What is this number?”
I walk over behind her. “Oh. That’s how much I take in monthly.”
She hits me. Right in the stomach. “Are you serious?!”
I scratch my head. “Yes?”
She whirls around to face me. “Elias, that’s double our teaching salary. What the fuck are you still doing teaching?”
“I told you. I always thought this was a side gig. I never really thought about it as anything more. I mean…” I twist a piece of her hair between my fingers. “You’re the only one who’s ever really taken it seriously,” I admit.
She hits me again. “That’s such fucking bullshit.”
“I mean, also health insurance is a thing. It’s nice to have free health insurance.”
I watch as she does some calculations in her head. “Even if you paid for private health insurance, you’d still be taking home more than you do teaching.”
I sigh. “Okay, I get it, Mark Cuban. I just want to make sure everything is more stable before I do anything crazy. Maybe take on more clients. Okay?”
“Fine,” she huffs.
“So what’s this software your friend recommended?”
She pulls up the web browser. “It’s for small business owners to streamline operations, she said. It takes care of everything. Accounting, finance, inventory… well, you won’t need that, but… project management, POS?—”
“Piece of shit?”
“Point of sale, ass. I guess your membership fees or whatever. Marketing, compliance, analytics. It seems pretty great.”
“Like a way to make the gym more legit,” I agree.
