Lying on my bed with two pillows propping my head up, I smirk as I type out my next message.
Me: Did you take care of yourself?
Bubbles pop up.
Serenity: No. Our fathers started talking about us. I was turned off.
Shit, our fathers were fucking up my plan.
Me: What are you wearing?
Serenity: Good night, Nico.
I FaceTime her.
It rings a few times.
Her face comes into view. She’s wearing a mud mask.
“Do you always wear a mask at night?”
“No, usually on the weekends I do. This is my pamper time,” she replies.
“I’ve only ever seen my mother wear those masks.”
She laughs. “Masks are a must.”
“If you thought the mask would scare me away, it’s not going to happen.”
She smirks. “Good. I think I’ll throw one on every time you FaceTime me.”
“It’s fine. I get to see your beautiful face in school every day.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “You don’t have to be nice to me. I’m not even your type.”
My brows lower. “What’s my type?”
“Lorna. She has a slender build. I’m more curvy.”
My tongue slides across my lips. And my cock hardens. “I fucking love your curves. Those thick hips and thighs. I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs.”
She can’t hide the shock in her eyes.
“I like you just the way you are, Serenity.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes hold mine. “I will be your girlfriend for just a little while. You’re going off to college soon. I prefer to date someone my age after you leave.”
My brows bunch together, then I count to five in my head.
“Go ahead, your new relationships won’t last. I can promise that.”
“Nico, we’re temporary. That’s final.”
“Remember who your man is. If you’d like first thing Monday morning, I can make an example out of some poor asshole.”
“No,” she growls.
“You’re my woman, permanently,” I grit out. “Good night.”
