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In the time it took X to move his phone from the floor, I saw something hanging on the wall.
It’s the framed, signed jersey Mason has in his living room.
Chapter 6
Mason
I’ve never paid for the privilege of coming before. My pride’s torn in two about it. On one hand, that was the single hottest moment I’ve ever experienced with another woman. On the other, it was over too fast and likely faked on her end.
Once my phone fell over, I closed the chat before she could say another word and shot her two grand.
That’s when confusion set in.
Did I pay my maid to make me come over the phone?
Did I get off on the slim chance that she actually orgasmed with me?
Am I really considering buying the site she uses just so I can own a piece of her?
Wow. I’m a dick.
The worst part about all this is the shame I keep waiting to show up. It’s been a week since I had that live chat with Daisy Fucking Ren and still all I feel is desire to do it all over again. Humiliation and embarrassment haven’t hit at all. Probably because I used a fake name, and she didn’t see my face.
I’d never reveal my identity on a site like that. Shit, my entire social circle would keel over if they knew the kinks I have.
On second thought, maybe I should out myself and let them drop like flies. It would make my life so much simpler.
When I hear the elevator door ding, my focus doubles down on the business proposal I’ve been staring at for over an hour. I’m going to Hell for the shit I’m about to pull, but I can’t help myself. I want to see if I can catch Leah’s attention, and this is my piss poor way of attempting that.
My front door opens and in walks Leah with her cart of cleaning equipment. Instead of coming straight to me, like I fantasize, she heads to the kitchen first. I suck at playing pretend, so acting like I don’t care that she’s here isn’t something I’m capable of.
Leah walks by the massive bouquet of daisies with her name on them that’s sitting in the center of my kitchen island.
Hope inflates my chest until she ignores the display and keeps her back turned towards me.
That’s irritating.
The sound of her cart rolling across the tile irks me, too.
Is my condo always this quiet in here, or is Leah’s mere presence making it extra loud?
Pushing away from my desk, I make my way into the living room. Leah turns around and I’m not sure who’s shocked more.
Her, seeing me. Or me, for what she’s fucking wearing.
“Damnit, Mason!” Leah plucks her earbuds out. “You scared the shit out of me! Again. Are you trying to give me a heart attack or are you that much of a creeper?”
All I can do is stare at her.
“Hello. Earth to Mason.” She waves her hands in my face. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I should ask you that.” I jab a finger at her outfit. “Tell me you only wear that abomination because you use bleach all day.”
She smooths the jersey down over her phenomenal figure. “What? You’re not a Yankees fan?”
My gaze narrows. “Don’t even mention them in my house.”
The smiles she’s failing to hide cues me in that she did this on purpose. Which means she knows I’m a Red Sox fan. And the only way she’d know that is if she researched me.