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Trey: You getting back online tonight?

Carson: To kick your ass? I know you like being my bitch, but you don’t have to beg like this, baby.

Trey: Cool. I’ll see if Glitch and Ara can join at 8. Thanks again, man. This author is a big one for me.

Carson: Np

I finally get the balls to pull up Mak’s text.

Mak: Hey, it’s Mak, I was wondering when you can meet up again.

My brows dig down. This feels odd. Maybe I’m just reading into it, but the text feels off to me. It’s hard to read tones in a text, but this one is giving stiff vibes to me. I don’t like it. So, I mirror it.

Carson: Let me know when you’re free and we’ll work something out.

I want to ask how she’s doing. I want to see how her day went. I want to know why it’s taken her three goddamn days to contact me, but that’s ridiculous. I’ve gone weeks without talking to a sub with no issue. So why would Mak be different?

Carson: I have your photos ready btw.

Great. I can’t seem to shut the fuck up.

Little bubbles appear as she types me back. I’d be a liar to say I don’t have my phone in a chokehold as I wait for her reply.

Mak: Yay! I can’t wait to see them!

My smile hurts my cheeks.

Carson: Come over tonight if you want.

I’m going to send her the gallery through email no matter what, but this is a natural way to open my door for her again sooner.

Mak: You sure? I don’t want to intrude if you have other plans.

It’s Friday night and I have no plans other than gaming at eight, which I’m not about to say because I can cancel it.

Carson: I’m heading home now. Meet you there?

It takes Mak a few minutes to read and respond to that one, which is just enough time for me to feel uneasy again.

Mak: omw

I rush out of the studio because I’m not sure how long it’ll take her to get to my house, but I know I’m a good thirty minutes out, and I don’t want her to wait. It’s dark already and by the time I pull into my long driveway, her car is already parked.

My heart leaps into my throat. How long did she wait for me? It’s freezing out and her car isn’t running. When I go over to her driver’s side door to open it for her, I realize she’s not even in it. The fuck?

She’s nowhere in sight either. It’s not like she has a key to get in, so where is she?

My cell dings and I yank it out of my pocket.

Mak: Come find me.

I let out a slow exhale. Holy. Shit. This woman has no idea how much those three little words can make a man like me turn feral.

But she’s about to find out.

Chapter 16

Mak