-It’s technically still the morning. Don’t be fucking ungrateful, brat.
-Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Happy now?
ME:
- I’m so grateful, Rurik. Thank you so much, sir. You’ve no idea how much receiving a text from you this late morning does to my bleeding heart. xoxoxoxo
RURIK MY ANGEL:
-Your ass is just begging to get slapped.
ME:
-*peach emoji* *paddle emoji* maaaybe.
-Will I see you tonight, angel?
RURIK MY ANGEL:
-Yes. Otherwise, who else is going to slap that bratty ass of yours? Certainly not Jamie.
ME:
-Who’s Jamie?
RURIK MY ANGEL:
-Good girl. Good fucking answer.
I blink, staring at his text. Am I… into this? Did my pussy just clench because he called me a good girl?
Fuck me.
ME:
-I don’t remember a Jamie, but okay. I can’t wait to see you tonight. Did you miss me?
RURIK MY ANGEL:
- Oh, you’re good. Maybe I’ll reward you instead, baby. Also, why do you keep asking me that? We saw each other a couple of days ago.
-I’ll text you when I’m coming over. I have to deal with family stuff.
Not me grinning like a fucking idiot because my angel just called me baby and told me he’s going to reward me for being a good girl.
Fuck.
What is wrong with me?
My phone vibrates again; my grin vanishes when I see Nat calling me. Sighing, I answer. “Yup, I’m on my way.”
*-*-*-*
I’m exhausted. We’ve been at it for hours, and I just want to go home and throw myself on the couch. Preferably, I would like to have Rurik massaging my head like he does every night.
“Just fucking tell us!” I snap, socking the guy in the face.
His head whips back from my force, blood splattering on the ground. He looks back at it and grins smugly, “Fuck you, princess.”