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“Lock it,” he grumbled through the door. Sighing, she did.
“Good night to you, too!” she called. There was a pause and she almost expected him to ignore her. But then he cleared his throat and tapped on her door.
“Night, Abbie-Girl.”
She leaned against the door, shaking her head. He was too overprotective. Kind, but intense.
Since she didn’t really have anyone else to call and she didn’t want to bother Chris, Wes was usually the one who came over to help with random things. Like rehoming spiders that seemed to always end up in her bedroom. Probably because she liked to sleep with the window open. And he was always good for coffee in the mornings since she often forgot to restock when she went to the store.
Sighing, she pushed off the door and made her way through the apartment, plopping her oversized bag on the pink velvet couch before kicking off her teal sneakers.
It was quite the outfit.
After the party was over, she immediately changed out of the heels her mother forced her to wear and put on her comfiest, favorite sneakers. They definitely didn’t go with the dress, and her mother nearly had a heart attack, but thankfully Chris distracted her so Abbie could slip out undetected.
Unzipping the dress, she slipped it onto a hanger and hung it on the rack behind her door. She needed to take it to the dry cleaner’s, then her mother would pick it up later.
She didn’t have the extra money for it, so she hoped her mother would pay when she picked it up. But if not, she guessed she could just not buy those sketching pencils. She winced. She really needed those. Both for her class and to keep her sane.
Walking back through the apartment in just her bra and panties, she turned on the bath and let it fill with hot water. She picked up her dark brown hair as she went into the kitchen to grab her face wash. She’d washed her face in the kitchen sink that morning, and every other morning, since her bathroom sink water pressure was atrocious.
Face wash in hand, she started back toward the bathroom, but her bag caught her eye.
Had anyone replied?
The thought flitted through her mind so quickly she almost missed it. But then it was front and center and she couldn’t think of anything else.
Her stomach was in knots as she rummaged through the bag until she found her phone at the bottom. She didn’t know why her hands were shaking as she unlocked it and scrolled to the Gregslist app.
Several notifications popped up as she opened it. She scrolled, skimming the mostly pervy messages. A lot of guys saying they’d fuck her while she called them Daddy, some people telling her to go to a therapist, others offering to pay her a lot of money to be their sugar baby.
Nothing promising.
But then one message caught her eye and her breath hitched.
JettMechanic:
Little girl. Take this listing down right now. What were you thinking, posting something like this? When you find your Daddy, tell him so he can redden your ass.
She reread the message six times, each time the words making her giddier.
Had a guy really said that to her? Really? She probably shouldn’t feel so excited about it, but she did.
And weirdly horny.
Okay, it wasn’t that weird to get turned on by some alpha-Daddy telling her she needed a spanking for being naughty. But was it weird to get turned on by an alpha-Daddy who was a total stranger? She didn’t even know what he looked like and he made her have this reaction.
She pressed her thighs together, her hands trembling harder as her thumbs hovered over the screen. Should she reply?
Probably not.
But maybe she should.
With her lip between her teeth, she tapped out a message, her clit throbbing with each word. She’d never said anything like this to a man before, and she couldn’t believe she was doing it now.
Maybe it was because she felt a certain amount of anonymity online and she could say whatever she wanted that made her so brave. Or maybe something was just wrong with her.
She tossed her phone back in her purse and skipped to the bathroom, ready to play with her detachable shower head until she couldn’t remember her own name.
