Golden_Phoenix: You are so full of yourself.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Can you blame me?
Golden_Phoenix: Not at all. Let me wipe my mouth, and we can get back to our conversation.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Don’t bother. I’m only going to make you drool more when my dick is shoved down your throat.
My stomach flutters, and there’s an ache between my legs. I haven’t been in the mood to do anything since everything happened with Jaxon. Not until recently, like right now. Not until Shadow.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: If you’re serious about this, we can do it. We can make it happen.
Golden_Phoenix: How? You live four hours away.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: It will be worth the drive. Don’t you think?
I chew on my lip as I think it over.
Golden_Phoenix: Yes, but what if it doesn’t go right?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Oh, it’ll go right. We’ll make sure of it.
I am considering this. I am considering inviting a man I just met on the internet into Sam’s house, while he’s sleeping, to fuck me—all while I fight him off and pretend that I don’t want it. It’s crazy, but in the best way possible. The thought gives me a thrill like nothing else. The same way the stuff Jaxon and I talked about did. Only this is on a whole different level because Sam isin the other room. He’s right there, feet away, and could walk in at any time.
He is a heavy sleeper. I’ve gone out there and made food without disturbing him, but opening and closing the front door? That could be a problem. Along with whatever sounds come from inside this room…
Golden_Phoenix: It’ll take a lot of planning.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Will it? I think you just need to give me a night and I’ll be there.
Golden_Phoenix: This feels like such a bad idea.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: All the fun ones are.
I wish he was wrong.
Chapter Eight
Jaxon
I considered swapping out Sailor’s birth control for sleeping pills but decided that was too much. It’s one thing to put Sam to sleep so I can get in there, but it’s another to do it to Sailor. There’s no need to go that far. She already wants me again. Even if she doesn’t know it’s me, secretly, she must. She can’t possibly think she randomly metanotherguy who is into the same shit she is, right?
I’m surprised it took her so long to ask for a picture. I’d already prepared for that by finding one of me from before I started getting tattoos. Sure, I was only seventeen in that photo, but it’s okay. She doesn’t need to know that. It did the job, exciting her, which is what I wanted. Sort of. Because I’m still jealous of myself, and it’s fucking stupid. I’ve never been insecure in all my life, but now I wonder if she’d prefer me without the tattoos…
The neighborhood is quiet, and so is the building. It’s been hours since Sailor fell asleep. I know this not only from her telling me she went to bed, but from watching her on thecameras. There are two in her room to ensure I get every inch of it so I don’t miss anything.
Sam is passed out, and I’m pretty sure there’s drool on his chin.
Tonight isn’t the night she invited me over, but I’m going anyway. I need to see her, need to be next to her. These fucking cameras only do so much. It’s hardly enough…
I shove on my sneakers and grab the black ski mask from the end table before leaving out the door and heading down the elevator, stopping on floor 1 and not the parking lot. I’m not sure why I have access to the other floors, it doesn’t make sense, but it is convenient. If I don’t have to freeze my ass off outside, I won’t.
The hallway is bright enough to see comfortably, but not so bright that it’ll have light shining in through the crack of the door. The above lights are on a timer, dimming comfortably in the late hours of the night while remaining bright during the day since there are no windows in the hallway.
I make my way to apartment 7 and shove the key into the lock. What a good investment this was. Sam, the moron, will never realize it’s missing.
The door opens quietly, and I carefully close it behind me, locking it.
The apartment is dark, and I can just barely make out Sam’s sleeping form on the couch against the far wall. There is a night-light in the bathroom, but it isn’t bright enough to reach the living room and help me not walk into anything. So let’s hope I don’t knock anything over, and wake this prick up.
