Page 15 of Deadly Desires

Did I make you hard, Jaxon?

Me

Oh, baby girl, you did more than make me hard.

The mess I have to clean up attests to that.

Maybe next time it could be in person?

Melody

*shocked face* Ohhhh.

I’ll think about it, k?

Me

I can be patient, little sparrow. *smirk face*

Melody

*wink face*

As I watch the camera feed, Melody gets out of bed and cleans herself up in her bathroom and washes her toy before climbing back into bed, this time in pajamas.

She has absolutely no idea just how patient I can be for her.

Twelve

Melody

Iwake up to sunlight streaming right in my face. With a groan, I roll over towards my window and yank the curtain closed. Holy shit balls, that was bright as hell, and my head is pounding. Maybe indulging in wine at 9 A.M. wasn’t my smartest decision.

Grabbing my phone, I check the time and see it’s 3:15 P.M. I don’t even recall going to sleep. I remember Franklin coming over and leaving, dancing, drinking wine, and then sitting on the couch and getting a message from Jaxon. Everything after that is completely blank. Opening up Tinder, I see Jaxon’s face at the top of my message folder. God, he’s so handsome. I could get lost in his silvery blue eyes any day.

Upon opening the message thread, I’m immediately horrified by the length of the conversation. Jeeze, what did I say to this man? I scroll as fast as I can all the way to the beginning and start there. The more I read, the more embarrassed I’m getting. I cannot believe I sexted a complete stranger. A hot stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. O-M-G… I have a praise kink?! I’m mortified. Absolutely mortified.

I’ll never meet him in person right? Yeah, probably not. I’ll be fine. FUCK. What if I do though? No, I can’t manifest it. I won’t ever meet him. Oh my god. A thought just crossed my mind. What if I’ve been catfished and that isn’t Jaxon at all, but some random guy that enjoys getting girls off? God, I really hope I haven’t been catfished. That would somehow be even more embarrassing.

Getting up and tossing my phone on the bed, I head to the bathroom to get washed up and take some ibuprofen for this killer headache. When I get back in the bedroom, I see a new Tinder alert on my phone. Instantly nervous, a blush breaking out over my face and chest, I grab my phone and open the app. I’m not at all surprised that it’s from Jaxon.

Jaxon

Hey beautiful

Me

Hi Jaxon.

Jaxon

How are you?

Ignoring his question, I get right to the point.

Me

How do I know you aren’t a fake? You could be catfishing me.

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