Click to accept.
“What is it?” Willow asks.
“@watch_me_watch_you booked a private room for tonight. He wants me to join him.”
Despite playing in the voyeur rooms at Euphoria, I’ve only met up with two other men in person, and they were both dominant daddies who wanted to worship their little girl, feeding into my abandonment issues. There was no emotion, no commitment. This man is different. I’m drawn to his vulnerability, and I know there’s a special man underneath the broken façade. Something deep inside me thinks we could heal each other.
My pussy pulses and all my earlier feminism and ‘fuck the man’ rhetoric flies out the window as I fight the urge to rub my thighs together in anticipation of actually fucking the man. Maybe he didn’t intentionally ghost me. Maybe he’s been waiting for the masked night this whole time.
I look at Willow with puppy-dog eyes. “You don’t mind, do you? I mean, we both know you’ll have the attention of your sexy phantom.”
Willow hesitates, and I know she’s about to back out on me.
“I don’t know, Len. I think I need a month away from there. Things with the phantom are getting a little too intense. I need to process.”
I pout. “You don’t have to meet up with him. There are plenty of other men I’m sure would love a sexy little minx like you to dominate them.”
“Shh…” she hisses with a panicked glance around to make sure no one is listening.
I poke my tongue out. “For someone with your sexual tastes, you can be such a prude sometimes.”
We reach the front of the line and place our order. While we wait, I continue my campaign to convince her to come to Euphoria. She needs the confidence the sex club gives her, and I won’t let her hide herself away. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t encourage her to be worshipped by an Adonis who’s happy to crawl for her?
“Do you really want to go home and listen to your mum and George blow smoke up your stepbrother’s arse?” I put on a high-pitched, sugary-sweet voice to mimic her mother. “Oh, Luca, darling, you are so talented out on the pitch. I do hope you’ll remember your father and me when you make it to the European league. Maybe you could compensate us with a villa in the south of France?”
Willow lets out a snort of laughter as the cashier hands us our food. “You’re such a dork.”
“Seriously, Willow, think about it. We both deserve to get laid tonight. I need my wing woman. Pretty please with a cherry on top?” I bat my eyelids at her.
“Okay, I’ll think about it.”
“You’re the best, bestie!”
“I said I’ll think about it. I didn’t say I’ll go.”
“Semantics,” I reply with a wave of my hand. “Tonight is going to be a night to remember.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she mutters.
Chapter 12
Ethan
The mood in the change rooms at half time is surprisingly upbeat, despite the one-all score. Kincaid and Bentley are the only two players who aren’t smiling or joking around, but I put it down to the BHU centre-mid getting the drop on them early in the game. Peters is tucked away in the corner, his arm in a sling to protect his broken collarbone.
Andy is noticeably absent, so I clap my hands together to get the boys’ attention.
“Alright, boys, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. That was a good first half against a quality opposition, but we still have another forty-five minutes to play.”
Theo snorts a laugh. “No worries, Coach. Dyl’s doing a good job of making things easy for us.”
“Don’t get too cocky. There are still ten other players out on the pitch.”
“Not according to Dyl.”
Luca slaps Theo on the back of the head. “Focus.”
The room falls quiet, all eyes on me, and I take a second before I continue. “Look, I won’t pretend this one’s not personal, but if we let one player get inside our heads, then they’ve already won. Let’s focus on playing our game and working together as a team. Tight. Smart. Disciplined.”
