He chuckled, “Tough shit. I’ll be there. Then at six, your gorgeous ass self will be on the back of my bike.”
“Grey,” I whispered.
“I’m alright with you calling me Grey. But the moment you let me in that tight pussy; you’ll be calling me Michael.”
“Excuse me?” I said.
He chuckled, “I didn’t stutter, baby girl. Yeah, I already claimed you. Cause when I want something, I don’t stop until I get it. You’ve been warned, baby.”
“So, all you want is to get into my... my... You know.” I said.
He chuckled, “Baby girl, if that’s all you think I wanted, then I didn’t do a good enough job of showing you what I want from you. Be there at six.” And with that, he hung up.
I stared at my phone and felt shivers race over my spine.
Then I had one thought... where the fuck had I put my vibrator?
Ten minutes later, I let out a long, much-needed sigh, damn, but I had needed that.
And I had a sinking feeling that until the moment Grey and I slept together, I was going to be needing that vibrator.
Today, I didn’t have anything planned, except two things, and one of those was deep cleaning my house.
My house was a small cottage with two bedrooms and one bath.
For me, it was tiny and perfect.
My other bedroom was where I tended to spend most of my time.
See... I had a secret affinity for fabrics.
I loved them.
The colors.
The swatches.
The threads.
The millions of things you can make with a single bolt of fabric.
And right now... I was in the process of using bandanas to make a bag.
I had seen the trend on the Tok and wanted to try my hand at it.
Just then, I remembered I needed to check my orders.
I took a bite of the granola mixture I made for breakfast and pulled up my site on my phone.
This and two other reasons were why it didn’t affect me that my parents had disowned me.
The first reason was because of my side hobby that I really needed to do full-time, but I loved numbers more.
I made clothes for boutiques that were special orders. Meaning I made a shit ton of money and kept my overhead low.
The second reason was that I had taken the inheritance from my grandparents, whom I wished I had been able to spend more time with before they were both taken from this world when I was eleven, and invested it.
The large sum had gotten even larger. And on my eighteenth birthday, I had pulled it out of the account it was in, which my parents had access to, and moved it to another account that they didn’t.
