Leo: You haven’t replied to me yet. I’ll forgive you as long as you promise that you’re thinking about me right now.
“Tee?”
I snap my attention away from the notification to Maddie, blinking rapidly against my straying thoughts. I shift in my seat in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort from both being on-screen and the pulse that has started between my legs. But it only gets worse when I rub my core against the cushion.
And just like that, I’m transported back beneath the bed,finallyin the same room as him. Hearing him reach his release as I find mine.
All I ever do is think about him.
“Y-yes, sorry. What was that? The line cut out there,” I stammer out.
Another comment.
You look cute when you’re flustered, baby.
That man has to know what he’s doing to me. Hemustknow more than he’s letting on. If not, the fates truly are cruel mistresses for perfectly aligning the moment like this.
Maddie gives me a tight smile that makes it glaringly obvious this is the first and last time she’ll ever consider hosting me. “I was just asking whether you had anything else to add?”
“Oh.” Thank God it’s ending. I frantically shake my head as another message pops up.
Leo: I hope you’ve been behaving.
I choke on a cough and pretend to wash it down with a glass of water. “No, nothing. This was fun.” It comes out more like a question than a statement, and I cringe as I reread his message.
And chastise myself.
And mentally scream into my fist.
He’s supposed to be at the gym right now. According to him, I’m the perfect distraction between sets. The fact that he’s saying those uncannily timed things to me makes me wonder if I’m reading into something that’s meant to be completely innocent. Surely not, right?
Maybe I’m too hopeful.
Maybe I’m too stupid.
Maddie says her spiel and sprinkles some final comments aboutKnight’s Bane. All the while my brain is on a loop, picturing Leo sitting in his chair in the darkness, stroking his cock as he tells me to think of him.
But in my mind, he says that he’s thinking of me too. He always is.
He tells me he can’t stop looking at me. He tells me I’m the one he’s been waiting for.
I stutter out my thanks and wave my timid goodbyes, certain I’ll burst if I stay on-screen for a minute longer.
Just as I log off, a comment appears from someone named “J@ck.”
You’ll never be good enough for him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Mina
The live is gone before I get the chance to investigate whether I saw it correctly. Did that really say Jack? Was that the same piece of shit who’s been giving me a hard time?
For a moment, I sit there, staring at the blank screen. What if... what if Leo really did find out that it’s me he’s been texting, and he’s told the rest of the guys?
No.
No.
