Unknown number:
Stop ignoring me! I know your heat is soon. I’ll pay anything for it!!
Since the number isn’t saved, I’m going to assume it’s one of my former clients or donors trying to circumvent being blocked.
Blocked—again. Next.
Hunter:
I’ve been dreaming of your perfect tits since licking whipped cream off them on Saturday night.
Send me a pic, babycakes?
I scroll through the countless pictures I have of myself for this very reason and choose one from the Hunter-specific folder to send him.
In the photo—taken at a fancy hotel earlier this year—I’m in the bath. I’m surrounded by bubbles, my tan nipples peeking up from the iridescent suds. My face is turned and unrecognizable with the way my chestnut locks lay, but he knows it’s me. The dangling diamond earrings he bought me sparkle like the city lights visible through the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows.
It’s a cute fucking photo.
Hunter immediately sends back ten fire emojis and a row of heart eyes that makes me smile. My phone makes a cha-chingsound and a notification pops up that Hunter has added $1,000 to my account.
That makes me smile even more.
Zachary:
I got you something special for Sunday night. Dreamsicle and I can’t wait to see you.
My sweet, sweet alpha, Zach. Such a generous lover.
He sends over a photo, too, of himself holding up his fluffy orange cat, Dreamsicle. He has a fade with shiny black tight curls and a charming smile on that gorgeous face of his. Dreamsicle looks less amused to be involved in the snapshot. We bonded over the fact we both have orange cats with drink names.
Harper:
Hey, how did the doc appt go?
Madeline:
She’s only allowing me to take a lower dose. I’m scheduled for medical assistance at Omega’s Comfort in two weeks.
Harper:
Sorry Mads! I know you were hoping she would change her mind. Sending big hugs! I’ll pick you up from OC.
She’s such a great best friend.
Madeline:
That would be amazing! Thanks.
Harper:
Madeline:
How’s your latest painting?
She sends me progress photos with lots of soft blues and greens and a woman’s form sketched in the middle, sleeping among the colors.
Madeline:
