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“Have I somehow stumbled into an episode ofAll My Ex-boyfriendsor something?”
“No.” He laughed. “Itiscuffing season, though.”
“What does that mean?”
“Since it’s about to get cold outside, you go through all your contacts to make sure you have someone to cuff under the sheets because you’ll be inside for most of the fall and the winter.”
What the…
“So, are you interested in having me during the fall or the winter?” he asked.“You can’t have me for both.”
I hung up in his face.
I didn’t want to think about the ridiculousness of cuffing season or anything related to my finances for the rest of the night. I needed something to distract me, something that made me feel like my life wasn’t hanging by a thread.
In the spirit of another ex-boyfriend making a guest appearance in my life, I opened my phone’s photo gallery to revisit the only relationship I could never get over.
I unlocked a hidden folder, swiping and staring at the endless pictures Travis sent when we were miles apart, at the screenshots of naughty texts still capable of turning me on.
This slight stumble into the past should’ve been enough for me to fall asleep while dreaming of our sweetest memories, but I didn’t want those.
I wanted the filthy ones.
I continued swiping until I found a video, then I pressed play.
Travis’s perfect smile appeared onscreen, forcing butterflies to take flight in my stomach. The camera slowly zoomed out, revealing more of the frame.
Completely naked, with his huge, rock-hard cock in his hand, Travis leaned back in a plush grey chair. He was staring intently at the camera, his eyes glazed over.
Stroking himself, like he did when he first taught me how to take all nine of his inches down my throat, he let out an unsteady breath.
“You should be here with me right now,” he said, teasingly licking his bottom lip,“sitting on this dick.”
My breathing slowed as he spread his legs a bit further apart.
“Then again, we haven’t fucked in a while.” He paused. “So, whenever your plane lands and you finally get here, I need you to get on all fours for me. I need you to—”
I closed the video mid-sentence and powered off my phone.
“He no longer exists, Tati,” I whispered. “He no longer exists. Stop looking at this.”
Opening my notebook, I forced myself to do some real work: Jotting down performance notes for my client.
For all of thirty seconds.
I restarted my phone and slid under the covers.
Watching all his videos one last time won’t hurt anything.
FIVE
PRESENT DAY
TRAVIS
Las Vegas, Nevada
Icouldn’t get Tatiana or that terrible engagement ring out of my mind.
