“Yes, but it’s also a great investment. Have you seen her numbers? The growth year over year, hell, period over period is crazy.”
“That growth is not sustainable long term.”
“I know, but why not ride the wave while he can? Plus, I think Everlee has some great ideas. Apparently, she reads lots of smutty books.”
“Makes sense.”
“Anyway, she thinks there would be a huge market for smutty book clubs at the sex club. Doing themed books. I’m willing to try it out. Sammie had a list of ideas she wanted to still do, and a lot of them are great.”
“So we’re going back into the sex club business.”
“I hope so. We’ll find out tomorrow.”
Our phones dinged at the same time.
Everlee.
“Shit,” I moan, reading the text.
Ding!
Knox. “Of course he’d be all for it.”
“Looks like we’re grilling out Monday,” Callum cheers.
“She really has taken over our lives.”
“You love it.”
I grumble my response.
His phone chimes again.
“Looks like Lizzy just left, head over there. Just spend some time with her alone.”
I snarl my lip at him. “Fine.”
“I don’t want to force you to spend time with someone you want to spend time with.”
“Shut it.” I set the glass back on the desk and grab my keys off the hook on the wall. “I’ll see you when you get home.”
“Try not to fuck her.”
“No promises.”
There were no promises, but it was mostly to myself. I could say that I would not fuck her and have every intention of not fucking her, but she has this way. It angers me, but then she smiles and presses harder because she’s fucked in the head and loves it… and I love her.
EVERLEE – COME SPLATS ARE NOT KUMQUATS
Well,thatseemedtogo better than expected. Lizzy made me send the invite to the cookout for Monday at their house. I told her I would talk to them about it tomorrow, but she made some quip about how I would be fucking them and then forget and she really didn’t want to show up with the fruit platter and no party.
Which I don’t get because she hates fruit platters. She always complains about the fruit touching and how the flavors mingle.
I wave her goodbye and watch her climb into Betty’s car. We chat for a bit about my brother and his cute boyfriend and how precious they are together before she takes off.
The house feels so much quieter now that Lizzy isn’t here, but fortunately, a wave of exhaustion passes through me. My yawn carries me upstairs, so I take a quick shower to wash the chlorine off, then climb into bed. I double check to make sure the alarm on my phone is still set for fifteen after two. It’s when I usually move to the group bed, to limit the time I’m by myself. It’s too big without them, so when I move into the room like a half-dead zombie, I can fall asleep pretty quickly before they get home.
The alarm panel dings and I stir from my sleep. I grab my phone and see it’s only been thirty minutes and panic courses through me. They shouldn’t be home yet. Is someone breaking in? My door creaks open and an enormous figure is standing there staring at me. My heart is pounding through my chest, and then he calls my name.
