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playing like DAWWWGGGGGGG SHIIIIIIIT
"No, I don't have time for Afterdark tonight. Let's try for tomorrow, okay?" I waved, and clicked my camera off, closing the little sliding cover over the main webcam that pointed towards my bed, pushing away from the desk with a little sigh.
Since I'd signed the contract a week ago, I'd expected that the guys and Indi would've been trying to spend time with me nonstop, but so far things had been actually pretty normal. Indigo and Joon texted a lot, and Cameo showed up in chat whenever I went live… but Marcus?
Maybe he was just waiting for tonight.
I headed for the bathroom, grabbing a fluffy black towel on the way that I sat on the edge of the vanity. I'd learned a long time ago that anything other than black towels were a waste of money. Even with my hair in pastels, I'd ruined enough whitesand light pinks to default to darker tones now. I only managed to save my sheets by sleeping with my hair up and in a wrap. Which, if the internet was to be believed, was good for it anyway, so, win-win.
The shower ticked on with a hiss, and I called out to my speaker to start playing my getting ready mix.
An everything shower was like, the obvious move, right?
I'd signed up to be a free-use baby factory, and from what I remembered Marcus was pretty demanding, it would make sense that he'd expect to cash in on our deal. So...
Everything shower it was.
I brushed through my hair, tossing the brush onto the towel and knocking both to the floor in the process as I got into the shower to start washing.
A thump that didn't quite sound like the music made me pause midway through my lather, sliding the glass door of the shower open to listen.
Since the break into my car, I'd been a little skittish.
There's no one there, I told myself firmly.Get a grip, Eva.
Obviously, whoever had broken into my car was just looking for some cash or valuables or whatever, there wasn't any reason they'd break into my apartment. Or even know my address.
I was just being... anxious.
Maybe I should lay off the horror movies.
Being an omega was exhausting. How was I supposed to have the energy to have sex after I washed, conditioned, scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved, and moisturized? By the time I finally turned the shower off the glass door was totally fogged with steam and I wasn't sure if I'd hurt or helped my shoulders pretzelling my body into a hundred different positions to try and see if i'd missed any spots.
I stepped onto the bathmat, grabbing my towel off the vanity and nearly knocking my hairbrush off the counter in the process.
Wait, hadn't I knocked this over?
I wrapped myself in the towel, as if that was going to do anything for me as far as having to fight for my life butt naked.
"Clara, turn down the music to ten percent." Then, like the absolute dumbest bimbo alive, called out, "Hello?"
Nothing, obviously.
Maybe I'd picked it up already? It had been a pretty harrowing hour of personal maintenance in the shower, and I was distracted... it wasn't the furthest thing for the realm of possibility that I just... forgotten.
God, Eva. Get a fucking grip...
Laughing at my own jumpiness, I dried off, opening the mirrored medicine cabinet to pull out my toothbrush. But, when I closed the door, movement out of the corner of my eye in the darkened hallway made me jump, wheeling around to catch—nothing.
"This is fucking pathetic," I complained to myself, picking up my phone to text my group chat with Indigo and Joon.
3 kateers
I keep spooking myself that someone is in my apartment :(
lol, maybe its me!
