And I want to experience what it would be like to have it with a man.
Women are great. I love them, I love being with them, and I’m wildly attracted to a lot of them, but there’s a part of me that wants something different.
Something I can only get from another man.
But I can’t have that because I’m with McKenna, and I’m okay with that. I chose her, and I love her, but there will always be a part of me that will wonder what itcouldhave been like if things were different.
Ping.
I jump as my phone chimes.
What the fuck?
I pull it out of my pocket. How am I getting a notification if I put it on silent?
Distracted by the notification, I don’t look too closely at the text itself or the number it came from. Instead I open the ring settings.
It’s still on silent.
“How…?”
Ping.
Another text appears, and I nearly drop my phone when I finally look at the number.
“No fucking way.” I read the number again to make sure I’m seeing what I think I am. “No fucking way,” I repeat.
It’s the same number I had when I got my first phone back in middle school.
Do they reuse old numbers and give them to people after they haven’t been used for a while? That would make sense considering there is a finite number of phone numbers out there, and they’d eventually run out if they didn’t.
But even if they did, and this is someone who legit has my middle school phone number, there’s no way it belongs to someone I know.
My instincts are screaming at me to delete the texts without reading them because this has to be a trap or a scam or something else I don’t want to get involved in, but my curiosity won’t let me.
Someone went to the trouble of finding a way to use my old phone number to contact me, and I need to know why.
“This is such a bad idea,” I murmur and open the text thread.
Unknown: I have a question for you
Unknown: would you want to know if your fiancée cheated on you?
What the actual fuck?
There’s no way those texts are meant for me. This has to be some sort of mistake, or maybe a really elaborate prank.
It could be one of my actual brothers trying to fuck with me. They’ve done this kind of shit before, but they both really like McKenna, and they’ve told me multiple times that they can’t believe we’re together and she could do so much better than me. I can’t see them doing something like this if it could cause us to break up, but I can also see them not giving a shit and doing itbecausethey think she’s too good for me.
But if it was them, why would they do it now? I haven’t seen or spoken to either of them since Christmas. They’re grown and have careers and families and all the things that perfect sons are supposed to have. Why would they waste their time setting up something this elaborate and cruel when there are way easier ways they could fuck with me?
It could also be one of McKenna’s exes trying to break us up, or even one of her friends wanting to cause trouble for her, but that doesn’t really fit either.
Using my old phone number is personal, and I’m not going to give whoever this is the satisfaction of letting them know they got in my head.
My finger hovers over the delete button.
Whoever sent those texts went to the trouble of figuring out what my old phone number was, then found a way to use it to text me.
