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I think I’m forgetting how to breathe.

My thumbs move before my brain can catch up, saving his contact and replying way too fast, like I’ve been sitting here waiting for him this whole time.

ME: Who's this?

CONTROL FREAK: The man who ate your pussy last night.

The man who sunk his teeth in you and marked you.

The man who made you come so hard, you squirted.

Go on. Pick one. They're all right.

ME: Doesn't ring a bell. Seriously who's this?

I bite my lip, unable to suppress a soft chuckle as a familiar blush blooms across my cheeks.

CONTROL FREAK: Keep pushing me and I might just become the man who's going to fuck you tonight. Raw!

ME: Rude. I'm blocking you.

CONTROL FREAK: Solnyshko.

One word. That’s all it takes for the man to steal the air from my lungs.

CONTROL FREAK: Get your pretty little arse up and start getting ready, baby.

ME: You're oddly sure I'm coming.

CONTROL FREAK: You always do. *wink emoji*

I scoff. Is he fucking joking?

ME: You're incredibly annoying.

CONTROL FREAK: And yet you keep replying.

Be ready at eight.

ME: You're still assuming I agreed.

CONTROL FREAK: You didn't refuse.

ME: No! Are you happy now?

CONTROL FREAK: I will be when I fuck the attitude right out of you.

Wear something warm baby.

Fuck. ME.

ME: Sergei!

CONTROL FREAK: Elara, keep arguing. I like hearing you pretend you have a choice.

I scoff again.

CONTROL FREAK: Wear that red scarf you like so much.