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“Means this place is gonna be even crazier than usual,” Eddie said.
“Sounds about right,” I agreed, checking my phone.
“What? You heading out?” he asked. “Come on, man. Lots of hunnies to choose from. Don’t remember the last time I saw you with one.”
That was… fair.
“Don’t need a party to pick up a chick,” I said, shrugging. I wasn’t lying per se. But it was damn sure stretching the truth.
Since I clearly hadn’t ‘picked up’ Siana.
The crazy shit was, when I’d started to talk to one of the regular club girls—Ceerie—I almost felt like I was fucking cheating on Siana.
My head was fucked.
Drinking on top of that wasn’t going to help.
“I’ll be less than ten away if you need me for anything,” I said.
“Take a plate, man,” he said, waving to the island that was set up with half a dozen different meals.
“Can’t carry it on my bike,” I said. “I’ll come back and eat some leftovers tomorrow,” I said.
Eddie looked deflated at that.
Not, I didn’t think, because he was offended. But, I figured, because he thought it meant I wasn’t eating enough again.
I still had to sort out what was going on with that shit, but to ease his mind, I reached out and snagged what looked like some sort of turkey wrap, and took a bite.
“I’ll take this on the road with me, though. Thanks, man,” I added, taking another bite as I walked through the house.
I finished it before getting on my bike, then drove home, trying to fiddle around with some shit like I wasn’t biding my time to get to my room, to pull out that phone, to bring up the site, then sit and watch for Siana to come online.
But I only maybe stalled by half an hour.
I figured it was a win.
Or a partial one, at least.
It was another twenty minutes later when I saw her red circle go green.
She was on.
I tried to tell myself to wait, to not be desperate.
But I didn’t seem to have any pride as I opened a chat request. Then, when that was accepted after a short pause, opened up the video.
Hers didn’t come on right away, like she was debating whether or not to be on it.
Which was why I kept the camera aimed down on my chest and stomach, not my face.
If she wanted the illusion of anonymity, I would give it to her.
“There you are,” I said when her bare legs came into view.
There was a white tee that skirted her thighs, hiding her panties from me.
But I knew it would only be a couple of minutes before she was aching, before her hand was moving there, hiking up the shirt a bit, so I could watch.
