Page 77 of Eyes on Me


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Good.

I’m sipping on a glass of white wine while I ready myself to type this next part. Truth be told, I knew this was coming. These feelings for Garrett are real, and I see him slowly opening up to me. Even if he wants to deny it or claim that he doesn’t want a girlfriend, there’s something real between us. And I can’t ruin that by talking to someone else.

I have bad news,I say.

I’m listening.

We have to stop talking. Things with him are just getting good, and I don’t want to risk it.

What about your job? Are you still going to be a camgirl?he asks.

I don’t know,I reply.

Do you want to?

Honestly, yes. I loved it and sometimes, I miss it. Feeling sexy and strong and desired.

He doesn’t make you feel those things?

Hmm. Does he? Garrett puts my pleasure first, I can see that, but there’s something only I can give myself. And I don’t just mean pleasure…but power.

I don’t want to get that from him. Does that make sense?

Yes, it does.

Well, I think you’re sexy and strong and desired.

But you don’t think I should be a camgirl anymore,I reply, finishing his statement.

Of course I don’t. He probably doesn’t want you to either.

My mouth twists as I read the messages, an uneasy feeling settling in my gut. It’s like they both want to own a part of me but that doesn’t leave much of me to own for myself. I don’t want to feel like property, like I can’t do what I want.

On their terms, no less.

And Drake is right—Garrett would definitely not want me performing anymore.

“Can I buy you a drink?” a dark voice says from three seats away. Turning toward him, I pause, staring at the definition of a silver fox: broad, sharp features in an expensive-looking suit with a thick white beard and a smile that nearly knocks me off my barstool.

“Um…I—"

“Back off, Ronan. She’s with Garrett,” the cute bartender says to the man as he passes him gold liquor in a glass tumbler.

“Garrett?” the man replies as he rakes his eyes over my body, “I didn’t know Garrett had a girl.”

“He didn’t—doesn’t,” I stammer. “But yeah…we are sort of…”

He laughs, deep and sexy. I never considered myself into older men, but holy hell…that could change. “It’s okay. I get it. I’m not going to piss off one of the owners. Especially not Garrett.”

“Why do you say that? Especially not Garrett.”

He scoots onto one of the closer barstools as he leans toward me. He smells delicious, like rich cologne and aged bourbon.

“Because I like Garrett. He makes me laugh. Always smiling, making sure everyone is having a good time. I like that about him. He’s a businessman but also a people person. Not something we come across very often.”

I nod, taking the last sip of my wine. Geo is refilling it before I can even set it down. My last drink of the night before I have to either call a ride, for real this time, or drag Garrett out of here. Will we sleep at his apartment again? It’s become a habit lately. Something that makes mefeellike this is more than sex.

“Does he treat you right?” Ronan asks.

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