Dex: call me if you want to meet again for our lessons
My jaw tickedas I stared at the messages.She had left me on read for three days.
Three.Fucking.Days.
That silence did something to me.It made me want her even more.
So yeah, I’d gone through her social media again.And the accounts she followed.And maybe a few likes.
Pure research purposes.As one does.
It took an hour, but I had a list of suspects.And God, I hated every single one of them.
Like this guy with a private account and a profile picture of… a goldfish?pollux_420.
Then there was a strange man.Justin.With perfect teeth, a beard, and one of those smug, expensive haircuts.He commented on every post Katie made the second she posted it.Probably jerking off to her selfies while sipping his matcha latte.
I hope I never bump into him because if I did, I would shave his head bald.With a rusty blade.
Dex: ik you are lurking on this app
Dex: but I promise you that you won’t find anyone better than me
I didn’t stop there.After a quick call to the IT department of the app that I helped build,Rented Romeo, I logged in as admin.Then, I made tiny changes.Innocent changes.Like making sure my profile stayed pinned to her feed.
Every.Damn.Time.
I could imagine the flustered and annoyed look on her face as my shirtless pictures kept popping up instead of other available ‘Romeos’ who would do anything she wanted.
No matter how many men she tried to look at, it’d be me.Sweaty and glistening after a swim.Me, shirtless in the gym, biceps pumped after a strength training workout.Or after finishing a marathon, sweat dripping down my chest, my shorts hanging low on my hips.
Yes, let her look.Let her drool.Look at me as a piece of meat.A living, breathing sex-toy.Let her hate me for wanting me.
She would probably roll her eyes and complain about her app glitching, but guess what?She was stuck with me.
If I wanted to, I could just show up atOpulence, buy her a diamond necklace and then bend her over the display counter, and?—
Fuck.
I glanced down at the tent in my sweatpants and groaned.“Are you shitting me?”
Thiswas what I got for obsessing over a girl who had always been out of reach.
Still, I wasn’t done.I yanked my shirt off, flexed just enough to make my abs look defined, and positioned my phone.Gray sweats, band of my boxers showing, bulge prominent.Perfect.
Dex: [photo]
Dex: are you sure you want to miss out on this?
Dex: ik your pretty pussy doesn’t ;)
I sounded like a desperate asshole.A hot, ripped,self-aware,desperate asshole.But fuck it.
If she didn’t answer soon, I might actually kidnap her.
Maybe not.Amanda would murder me with her bare hands if I did.
To get rid of the psycho thoughts, I went for a run.But when I came back, my entire body froze.
