I cried because I felt like it was officially over. I hadn’t even gotten to tell him about Ellis, but it seemed like he wasn’t interested and wanted peace.
He deserved peace.
And so, I’d give it to him somehow.
22
RYDER
Four days after Anson’s call, I was no sooner cracking Rosalie’s code than I had been when Anson had called.
“No. I’m not doing another anal scene with her,” Trevor said into the phone. “No. She shit on me last time.” He let out a huff. “I don’t give a fuck if the fetish community enjoyed it. She fucking shit on me! I’m not doing another ass video with her.”
I rubbed my eyes. I felt like Klaus sent me here because he knew the entire thing was ridiculous and Trevor would make me want to come home.
He wasn’t wrong.
I looked at my watch. Another hour and I’d be done for the day.
Trevor hung up the phone. “Can you believe that shit?”
“You’re the shit master,” I muttered.
He grunted. “Not a crown I want, but one I must wear apparently.”
“Are you going to do the scene?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “They’re giving me a bonus.”
“Is the bonus soap?”
He snorted. “Fucking better be included, dude.”
He was quiet for a moment as we sat in his apartment.
“You ever had anyone shit on you?”
“Can’t say I have,” I muttered.
“You’ve had to have wild sex before. I mean, look at you! You’re fucking gorgeous, man. How many bitches have you been with? What’s your body count?”
“Dead or alive ones?” I asked.
He frowned. “You fuck dead people?”
I sighed. “No. I don’t fuck dead people.”
“OK. Cool. So alive ones. How many? You into women? Men? Both? Fucking trees?”
“I like women,” I said.
“Never been with a man before?”
“No.”
“Really? I fuck chicks exclusively, but I’d make an exception for you. I can pitch the idea to Randy. He asked me if you’d be interested in doing some work?—”
“You want me to fuck you for a video?” I asked.
