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“Now, you know I’m not ignorant, so why act like it? I can tellwhen you’re worked up about something. So why don’t you spill it before that girl finds my album.”
I laugh dryly, leaning to let my face fall in my hands. “Is it that obvious?”
“It is to me.”
“I don’t even know how to begin to tell you what is up with me.”
“Just open your mouth and tell me what’s bothering you,” she grouses. “It’s not that difficult.”
I glance toward the hall to make sure Sophie is still out of earshot, taking a deep breath just to let it out slowly. “It’s about my OnlyFans.”
“Did you boot it back up? Because I told you that you could—”
“No, no,” I say, shaking my head vigorously. “I’m not doing it again, but... I never told you why I deleted my account.”
“Gave me some bullshit about getting tired of it,” Wanda says. “How anyone gets tired of easy money is beyond me.”
“Well, I mean, that was true, but not...entirelytrue.”
“Oh boy.”
“It’s embarrassing, okay?”
“Honey, I wear a Poise pad every day. What the hell do you think you have to be embarrassed about with me?”
I smile despite everything, shaking my head as I fall back against the couch cushions in a slump. “There was a guy.”
“There always is,” Wanda sighs.
“He was... I mean, I know he was a subscriber, I’m not completely delusional, but he...” I blow out a frustrated breath. “God, it sounds so stupid.”
Her expression turns sympathetic, and it only makes me feel that much sillier. “Got too close, huh.”
“He seemed different. We... I mean, he watched me like everyone else, but we... talked too.”
“Well? What happened?”
“He disappeared one day. We even set a date to meet up, but then he just... didn’t show. He disappeared after that. I thought... I thought he liked me. Isn’t that dumb?”
The old sting settles in my chest as I remember sitting in a coffee shop for over an hour before realizing that he wasn’t coming.
“First of all, you assume any fault to be had is with the man. You have good tits and a better brain, and that means you are automatically hands above the rest.”
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Should we put that on a T-shirt?”
“Just don’t be calling yourself dumb over some man. I don’t wanna hear that again. Got it?”
I smile wistfully. “Got it.”
“So I gather this mystery dummy isn’t as gone as you thought, right?”
“How did you know?”
“I’m old, Cassie. I know everything.”
“I... yeah. He isn’t.”
“Did he contact you?”
