She swiped past the different apps until she spots theFreeMeicon. “Aha! It’s here. I knew it.”
I roll my eyes, knowing exactly where she’s going with this. “Doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people have the app.”
She holds up Chance’s phone in front of his face, letting facial recognition log him into the app, and then she clicks on his messages.
Sure enough, my username is at the top.
Oh, shit.
She gasps. “I was right! It’s him Oh, snap. In your face, McKinley. I’m right, and you’re wrong.”
I snatch the phone from her hand, and scroll through our messages to one another. “This was you?ScoringChance217was you?”
Chance rolls to a stop at a red light, and his eyebrows pull together. “What is this all about?”
“I’m the guy you jerked off with on video chat a few months ago.”
Chance glances from the phone to me before turning to Presley. “How did you figure this out?”
She leans back against her seat. “I saw your username and knew it was your birthday, but Stephen didn’t believe me.”
I shake my head as I reread our exchange in the app. “I can’t believe I didn’t realize it the moment he messaged me.”
“It was pretty obvious,” Chance says.
Presley beams. “I told you, we’re written in the stars. This just proves it. The universe was trying to get you two back together. Look how everything worked out.”
Chance links his fingers with Presley’s and presses a kiss to the back of her hand before placing it down on his thigh. He glances up at the mirror again, locking eyes with me. “You believe in fate now, Stephen?”
I smile. “I think I’m gonna have to.”
“I have an idea.”
“What’s that, pretty girl?”
Presley gives us both a devious smirk. “I want you guys to go in different rooms, and I want you to video chat onFreeMeas if you don’t know each other.”
Chance skims his lips over her neck as he slides his arms around her from behind. “And what will you do?”
Her eyes fall closed. “Whatever you tell me to.”
My dick twitches at the idea of role play, already straining against my pants to get started.
I love it when the kids are at their friends’ houses.
I bend down and lift Presley into my arms, snatching her away from Chance, and bolt toward the stairs. “Chance can take the spare bedroom.”
“What the fuck?” he calls after us.
Presley giggles in my arms. “You’re such a little shit.”
“I’myourlittle shit.” I stalk into her bedroom, and toss her onto the middle of the bed. We scramble to strip off our clothes, until she’s fully naked and I’m in my boxers.
I prop myself up against the headboard, and open the app. There’s already a message from Chance waiting for me.
ScoringChance217:Hey. Been a while since we talked.
Me:You ghosted me after our last video call.
