Leo: Then it’s a good thing I know your email.
Mina: I’m sure the Block button is easy to find. It’s not like you know where I live, then she might have different advice.
Leo: When you say it like that, I might feel inclined to test some boundaries. What do you think she’d say if I showed up at your door unannounced?
Mina: Um. That depends. Are you there to check if I’ve kept your promise?
Leo: I have other ways to make sure you’re holding up your end of the deal. It’d only get worse for you if you try telling people you’re single.
Mina: That’s ominous and vaguely threatening. Are you forgetting about doctor-patient confidentiality?
Mina: *Mina sent $300*
Mina: That’s to tell people you’re in a relationship.
Leo: *Leo sent $500*
Leo: I’d do it for free.
Leo: Now turn on your camera. I miss seeing my pretty cunt.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Leo
Therapy my ass.
She had me there. I even saw her texts about it. I really thought she was going to talk to someone who would convince her to cut ties with her mother—or at the very least allow me to be the one to permanently cut the tie and stop this little dance we’re doing. I’m getting tired of waiting.
She hasn’t dared to take the next step withusor recognize that she and I are a permanent thing. Seems I need to take things into my own hands.
I glare into the window of the tattoo studio. In typical Mina fashion, she’s lying on the bed with her headphones on, snoring softly while she gets stabbed a couple thousand times per second, because my girl is the same type of fucked up as I am.
It explains why she hasn’t replied to my texts for the past hour.
The only reason I knew where she was is because I managed to get clear footage of her typing her password into her laptop, soI went through her messages to work out her latest crime against me.
Like lying about going to a therapist.
And going to her parents’ house to have dinner with that fucking man-child. A sin she has yet to repent for.
Her time will come.
For now, another punishment must be doled out.
She should count herself lucky that I’m still in a good mood after our little phone call two nights ago.
Mina thought she was smart by hiding her face from her phone camera, but I had a clear view to everything she was doing from the ones I’ve hidden around her room. I could see every minute detail of her expression—the pucker of her lips, the wrinkle of her forehead, the way her eyes fluttered when her hips hit a certain angle against the towel.
And the entire time, she was within reach. All I had to do was get out of the car, and in a few short steps I would have been at her door. Knowing what was happening behind the closed curtains—knowing she was getting offfor me—was almost better than the times I’ve snuck into her room.
Like I did last night.
It would’ve been a crime not to fuck myself with the towel she used while she was sleeping peacefully beside me. I had no choice but to coat it in my cum, fold it nice and neat, and place it on her bedside table to use this morning.
Alas, Mina had to go ahead and ruin a perfectly good day.
Actions have consequences, and she’s about to find out what happens when she lies.
