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It doesn’t matter if we’re in another state. We’re still together. He’s still amidst his peers and mutuals. Something could go sideways and one or both of us will pay for it.
But part of me doesn’t care. I like being with him. Mason is spontaneous and reckless, like me. He matches my energy. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone who can match my kind of fucking energy?
I thought it was impossible until Mason came into my universe.
Staring at the phone screen, I wait for him to reply. He doesn’t.
The fucker left me on read!
Two hours later, I’m out of bed, freshly showered, and ready to explore the city. Mason still hasn’t answered me, which pisses me off like you wouldn’t believe.
You’re gonna pay for that.
Plucking his black card off the bed, I smile wickedly.
Chapter 18
Mason
Mid-meeting, I glance at my cell to the text I haven’t responded to yet.
Leah: Oh yeah? Going public, are we?
She has no clue how loaded that question is for me.
I haven’t answered her because there’s no response that doesn’t give me away. But I hate keeping secrets, and I don’t want Leah to ever think she’s one of them.
Glancing around the room at my team, I realize just how close I am to having everything I want. It’s like being on a tightrope, inches from the final platform, and I’m scared a gentle breeze will blow, threatening to knock me off and make me fall.
“—profits this quarter are the highest they’ve ever been. Projected sales look outstanding.”
I glance up at one of my best friends, Kerrigan. “Good call on the expansion, Ker.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s going on with the new developments in—” My attention cuts to my cell again when a notification comes through.
Daisy Ren is live.
I quickly stand, my chair gliding away until it hits the windowsill. “Excuse me gentlemen, I have to take this.”
They don’t need me here, anyway. I know how successful our company is and I have no concerns with its future. Storming out of the conference room, I click on the app and log in.
All the blood rushes to my dick when I see my girl holding a dress up to her body. The camera’s angled to focus on her neck down, but I’d recognize that hourglass figure anywhere. My hands flex on instinct, eager to touch every inch of her again.
Leah’s in a dressing room I don’t recognize. A cream-colored pouf serves as a chair behind her, and there are gold hooks with little birds mounted on teal walls. It’s a vibrant backdrop. A perfect choice to go live in.
“You like this one?”
Several fuckers respond and it makes me wonder how many of them are watching from their offices just like me, and how many are jerking off in their mommy’s basement right now. No matter where they are, their attention is on Leah, and I love it.
How she manages to angle the camera so no one can see her face is beyond me. I’m worried she’ll slip up. It’s not like she brought her bunny mask or all that extra makeup with her.
Or did she?
Leah dips down, her long waves falling over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Pink lipstick hooks my gaze and I stare at her mouth. Her perfect, full, plush, kissable, fuckable mouth.
She’s got a white lace mask over her eyes that looks like something from a dollar store. “Mmmm, I think this dark purple one is my favorite.” She pulls another dress out and holds it against her chest. “Or should I go with white?” She switches between the two fast enough for her audience to catch a glimpse of her bra and underwear.