Page 47 of The Monster and the Masochist

I frowned, cocking my head to the side. Cass needed a favor? Cass never asked for help with anything, especially not from me. Curiosity and anticipation flooded me as my fingers flew across the screen, and I quickly typed a reply.

Theo:

Anything for you, baby girl. How can I be of service? *smirking emoji*

To my surprise, she started typing back immediately, almost as if she’d been waiting for me to respond, even though the time stamp said she’d sent that message nearly an hour ago.

Cass:

Can you stop flirting for two seconds? This is serious.

I frowned, the excited flutter in my chest turning to concern.

Theo:

What is it? Is everything okay? Is Naomi okay?

Cass:

What? Yes. Naomi is fine. This isn’t about her.

Theo:

What’s it about, then?

There was a long pause, and my frown deepened.

Theo:

Spit it the fuck out, Cassandra. You’re stressing me out.

Cass:

God, you’re impatient. Fuck. Fine… okay, so… I know this sounds weird, but…

Another long pause. I gritted my teeth in frustration as I waited for her to finally tell me what the hell she needed.

Cass:

I need you to marry me.

Ilet out an embarrassingly loud yelp as my phone began to ring immediately after sending that mortifying text to Theo.

Shit. She was calling me!?

Oh fuck.

Shit.

Crap.

“Hello?” I squeaked, wondering vaguely why my voice freaking sounded like that.

Theo was out of breath, and the thick, heavy rasp of her voice made things tighten low in my gut. I crossed my legs tightly from where I sat on the couch, fighting off the unbidden image of Theo sweaty and out of breath in some dark, gritty gym somewhere.

Her taped knuckles were probably bloody from pounding the shit out of a bag… or even hotter, someone’s face.

The violence of it just did something for me, and my nipples tightened beneath the lace of my bra.