“Your towel fell off? Or did you tear it off to show her your wee willy winky?”
“First of all, my dick… isn’t small, second of all, I hope you choke on the next one you suck for even insinuating it is.”
“I always do,” he jokes. “But… continue. I need more. Maybe I am a gossip queen.” The line is silent for a few seconds as I’m sure he’s debating with himself whether he is or not, so instead of sitting quietly, I go through the entirety of yesterday with him, making sure to leave nothing out, because my brother may be younger than me, but he does—on the odd occasion—give outstanding advice. But I have to whisper so she doesn’t hear anything I say to him. Ellis listens intently to everything, replying where necessary, and asking confirming questions so he understands everything.
My brother might be a whore, but he’s a great listener.
“Anyway, last night I decided to go up to her room and apologise.”
“As you do.”
At this point I’m pacing around my office as I speak. “I walk in without knocking, which was so fucking stupid on my part because she could’ve been naked. But colour me surprised when I walk in to her doing cam work.”
“What? No way?” my brother exclaims in shock. “You’re fucking shitting me?”
“I wish I was. It was live, she was dressed in this underwear, and I—”
“Couldn’t take it any longer… I get it. I have to say though, her being a cam girl… fucking hot.”
“Ellis, you’re not helping.”
“I’m shocked you didn’t fuck her then and there to be completely honest with you. I’m gay, andthatmight have hadmequestioning my sexuality a little.”
“No, I didn’t fuck her, however I did dostuffto her on—”
“Stuff? Jack, you sound like a pre-pubescent teenager, say what you—”
“I finger-fucked her on livestream and choked her with my leather belt. There, you happy?”
Silence.
“Ellis?”
“At the risk of sounding crass, you need to shove your dick inside her and get it over with.” Did he not listen to a single thing I said? “Maybe it’s the desire to have something you shouldn’t that’s making you this way. The only thing I can suggest is fucking her and getting it out of your system, then both of you might come to realise it was a mistake to begin with and move on.”
“I’m not even divorced yet, not to mention my ex is her mother.”
“That’s a technicality. She won’t be for much longer.” He brushes my statement off so easily, like it means nothing.
“And what if your theory doesn’t work? Huh? And I want to keep having sex with her?”
“Your old enough to make your own decisions. Jennifer fucked the chef; you fuck her daughter. It makes total sense.”
I release a heavy sigh to try and settle the thoughts going through my mind. I know that touching her last night was enough to set every single nerve ending of mine on fire. I wanted her then, but I held back, if I take it a step further, there’s no way I’m going to stop.
Robyn isn’t the type of woman you fuck just once.
“Christ, she’s not the type of woman you use for sex. I might not know much about her, but I know without a shadow of a doubt she deserves more than that.”
“Well, unfortunately that’s all the advice I have for now. Take it or leave it. Fuck her, don’t fuck her. It’s your choice.”
“Thanks for the advice, oh mighty one.” I chuckle. “What did you call to ask me, anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter now, listening to you was enough to make me realise I shouldn’t go there.”
I frown, screwing my entire face up in reaction to what he just said. “What the fuck? After all that so-called advice?”
“Yep. Anyway, let me know how it goes.”
