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Hayden: lol. Fine, I’m amazing.
River: are you still in your meeting?
Hayden: Yup. It’s as boring and pointless as I thought it would be.
River: Are you going to get in trouble for talking to me?
Hayden: Nope. I’m hiding my phone under the table and being stealthy
River: lol
River: are you being stealthy or is everyone gonna think youre looking at your dick?
Hayden: two things can be true
Hayden: I’d rather be looking at your dick than mine any day
Hayden: just saying
River: careful or I’m gonna slam you with dick pics while you’re sitting there and being an adult
Hayden: don’t threaten me with a good time
River: call me when you get home? I wanna say goodnight in person
Hayden: can I say goodnight to your dick then too?
River: youre killing me
River: prepare for dick pics and a goodnight dick call
Hayden: bring it
He added some kissy emojis and a few smirking ones.
Chuckling, I opened my locked folder and clicked on one of my older dick pics. I’d gotten bored a few nights ago and drawn a face and arms on a bunch of the ones I had saved, and this one looked like my dick was literally saluting the room.
That should make him laugh. Hopefully not so much that he got in trouble.
He could see the real thing during our call tonight.
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HAYDEN
Pushing the door to my bedroom open, I peeked inside.
River was sprawled out in my bed, the sheets puddled around his waist and one leg hanging over the side.
He’d been absolutely zonked when I picked him up after his shift at the club last night. I’d tucked him into bed as soon as we got back here, but he’d gotten his second wind, or maybe his fourth, considering how long he’d been awake at that point, and we laid in bed talking for almost an hour while he told me about his day, what happened with the letter, and Quinn’s job offer.
The offer was as solid as I’d suspected it would be. Quinn was a hell of a businessman—and a good person. He understood that treating your employees right was the best way to retain them and create a positive work environment.
All four men had signed their new contracts and were starting as soon as they were done with their current job.
Thankfully, the letter from Quinn’s lawyer had been enough to secure a written guarantee that the crew would be paid their full wage until the end of their contracts.
That had taken a huge load of stress off everyone, but the long hours had taken their toll on River, and he’d passed out mid-sentence and hadn’t stirred when I’d gotten up a few hours ago.