Page 86 of Lorcan's Obsession
"Especially now that you have a daily devourer," Dom interjected with an evil twinkle in his hypnotic eyes.
"I’m not doing him daily—”
“Has he popped that anal cherry yet? Babe, I swear the backdoor orgasm is the best thing in the world.”
“Oh my god, Dom! I’m only doing one or two sleepovers every week."
"Only, sure.” Selena sipped her cocoa pointedly. “How's that been working out for you?"
Christ. I thought Selena and Dom would give me more time before circling back to the contentious matter of our new labels.
"I'm managing as best as I can, Sel,” I snapped.
“I know you are. I’m just worried that—”
“I’m not stupid, Selena. Okay? I know it's a matter of time before he asks for more if I don’t willingly give it to him.”
“And what will you do then?” Dom deadpanned.
“I don’t know! I don’t have all the answers, okay?” I swallowed the ball of fire in my throat, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes. “I’m taking this one day at a time, okay? And…”
The dams burst wide open, and I hunched over my cocoa, sobbing. Dom handed me a tissue, and Selena rubbed my back.
“He’s a fun man who gives it good, and I just–I just want to have fun again! Don’t I deserve that?”
“Aww, sweetie,” Selena murmured softly, “you can trust us, right? Tell us what you can’t tell him. We’ll look for a solution together.”
“I-I’m afraid that coming clean will mean losing him. I should’ve been honest from the get-go. I-I can’t have him walking away.”
My friends’ mouths opened in surprise. How could I blame them? I sounded like an obsessed, territorial psycho, and I knew it. My feelings were messed up worse than a cat’s favorite ball of yarn. But it felt good to admit the truth. Deep down, I knew Dom and Selena wouldn’t judge me.
I couldn’t say the same for Lorcan, though. The very real possibility of losing him came at me like judgment day, and I was beginning to fear there would be no way to reverse the damage.
All I could do was keep living the perfect double life and make sure Lorcan didn’t learn the truth.
32
CRIMSON BRUH
Thank fuck that Tristen had agreed to be my girlfriend because that was the only silver lining in a wretched week.
My dad kept breathing down my throat about counterproposals and under-the-table updates. Jackass One and Jackass Two had good lawyers, exploiting every loophole imaginable to wring my company out of a hundred million dollars. The very idea of signing that check made my blood boil.
Despite what all the books say, being a CEO was not all fun and games. My only comfort during this chaotic string of phone calls, meetings, and legal plans was the sight of “My Girlfriend” nestled in my contacts.
I paced around my office, listening to the contracts with Gremco for a millionth time, and an incoming call interrupted my recordings. I checked the caller ID, expecting another one of my father’s executives.
Instead, Rian’s name flashed on the screen. My brother hadn’t spoken to me in two months. Something must've been urgent for him to call now.
“Hey, Ri. It’s been a while. How you doing?”
“I’m good, little brother, and I’m at Dubai Airport. Can you send a driver to pick me up?”
“This isn’t a prank?”
“Nope.”
“Okay! Take the metro, or a taxi, or a limo.”