“But then it’s a private event? Like, they’ve hired it?”
“I don’t know, Sully,” I state. “Maybe.” I sigh again, raking my fingers through my hair.
“Well, if you do decide to go,” she says, putting the laptop on her lap, leaning back. “You need to get a haircut.”
“No, I don’t,” I say, frowning.
“Yeah, you do.” Eyes glued to the screen, she waves a hand at me. “That thing basically got its own eco system.”
31
Seth
I’vejustmadeitout of the shower and put my pajama set on when there’s a knock on the door. I quickly pull it off, put it in the closet, and throw on a pair of sweats as I hear another knock. I forgo my tee and walk out of the bedroom. There’s a third knock before I have time to get to the door. What the hell is going on? Is it a neighbor? The cops? Did something happen?
I open the door. It’s not the cops. It’s a frowning Kaden.
“Are you being chased?” I ask, closing the door behind him.
“What took you so long?” he mutters.
I gesture at myself. “I was getting dressed.” Thank fuck I actually locked my door tonight.
He shakes his head, dragging a hand down his face and I walk past him to the living room.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
I turn around, looking at him. “What?”
“Whenever I put my hands on you, you swat me away. Why?”
“That’s not—”
“When we started this, you asked me if this was gonna be a one-way street,” he says, pointing at me.
“Yeah?” I shake my head, shrugging.
He throws his arms out, letting them fall to his sides. “Is that what you want? ‘Cause I was under the impression that you didn’t, and I thought we were in this together. And I’m not a fucking pillow princess, Seth.”
“I—”
“Is it about dominance? Control?”
I stop dead. What am I supposed to say? Yes?Yes, I’m a control freak and I can’t let my guard down around you? Yes, I’m scared I’ll open up to you if you touch me with your magical hands?
I shake my head, glancing down, scratching my eyebrow. Then I walk over to the couch, drop down, and spread my legs wide.
“I don’t mind,” I shrug.
“I do!”
“Why?”
He shakes his head, looking at me like I’m crazy. “Because I want to make you feel good, too.”
Yeah, no, that doesn’t turn me on at all.Fuuuck!
I scoff. “You don’t think I’m enjoying myself? Are you insane? Have you not seen the fucking buckets of cum—”
