33
Ace
Raya's in the shower when I get home.
I strip myself down and grab a beer in my boxers. That's when I notice the fridge door looks different. There's a new sheet of paper on it.
It's a sheet of notebook paper. Raya's handwriting.
I smile at the opening sentence.
Do you love me? Check yes or no.
I snatch it off the door and set it on the counter, then pull open the junk drawer to grab a pen. This is the kind of shit I like. Silly, cutesy, unpredictable shit. It reminds me of why I fell for her in the first place.
But before I check the box, I read the rest, and suddenly, this shit isn't cute anymore.
Do you want your fucking baby to live? Check yes or no.
I'm horny and need to get my rocks off, but my pussy is off limits to you. What do I do? Check the box next to your choice. (Choose wisely)
Who should I fuck?
A. Your dad
B. One of your friends
C. Rico
D. This pretty only fans model named Alexis
I leave the beer on the counter and march right on upstairs and into the bathroom.
"What the fuck is this?"
Raya peeks out of the glass door. "Hello to you, too."
"Hello. What the fuck is this?"
"You can read."
"Raya. Quit fuckin' around."
"I'm not. You agreed to do whatever I say within reason."
"You think fucking my father or one of friends is reasonable?"
"Under these circumstances…yes."
"Fuck outta here." I slam the paper on the bathroom counter. "Fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know how else to say this, Ace. It's there in black and white. Either check a box, or say goodbye to your fucking baby."
"You're serious."
"Dead serious."
I'm still lowkey doubtful about how serious she is, but part of me recognizes that not signing it will be way worse. I can't have her out here as a fucking free agent. She might actually fuck my father, or at least try.
