Page 34 of Someone Like You

It was Saturday now, and three long days had come and gone without a single word from him. Not even when I’d sent him the video he’d asked for—something I’d never done for another person in my entire life. I felt stupid, taking a video of myself masturbating, murmuring dirty things to the camera. Some of my cum had even spurted onto the lens, which is where I ended the video to quickly wipe it away. But knowing that Isaac had wanted it, that Isaac would watch it and get turned on—that had been worth it. He was so fucking beautiful when he lost control. His face flushed the prettiest rose color, and I wanted to see how far down it went. I wanted to see his pretty little cock, to taste it, to swallow it whole and make him come for me. I wanted everything with Isaac, but he wasn’t texting me back.

Had I done something wrong? Was there some kind of sign I should have seen, something to let me know that he wasn’t actually okay with what had happened?

Fuck, why hadn’t I been more careful? I shouldn’t have told him any of that, but I hadn’t been able to deny his heartfelt plea for me to let him in. I couldn’t deny him anything. I didn’twantto. I wanted to give him everything. Maybe I was too eager? Maybe he’d realized he could do so much better than me?

But why couldn’t he just text me back and tell me that? We were fucking adults, not tweens playing games. The anger and frustration kept coming and going, but they weren’t sticking. Because my main emotion surrounding it all was a big heaping helping of concern. I was worried as fuck that something had happened to him. And it’s not like I could just go over to his house and bother him because he hadn’t responded to a text. I wasn’t anyone to him, I had no hold over him. So I had decided to just wait until Saturday evening when we had agreed to meet at our usual time. And if he didn’t show up,thenI would go to his house. Because a deal was a deal, no matter if he’d suddenly decided he didn’t like me anymore.

He didn’t have to like me to read to me.

But something told me that him not liking me all of a sudden wasn’t the case here. He’d been so damn eager on Wednesday, so needy and so fuckingsexywith how needy he was that it had been nearly impossible to hold myself back from just laying him out on the couch and taking him like I wanted to.

If he didn’t show up tonight, I was going over there. If he decided to end things, fine. I just wanted to hear it from him, face to face, first.

“What’s got your knickers in a knot?”

I stared down at the completion paperwork I’d just been zoning out on, then looked over at Bri. “Nothing,” I muttered.

Pop. “Liar. Is it Isaac?”

“Have you done any work today? Anything at all?” I snapped. I didn’t want to talk about Isaac right now, and not with Bri.

Smack smack smack.“Tons. Loads. Probably more than you, even.”

“I doubt that,” I said. I finished the paperwork and pushed it toward her. “Here. You can call them.”

“You were a dictator in your past life, I’m almost a hundred percent on that one.”

“And you were probably Lizzie Borden. I’m heading out, I’ll see you Monday.” Bri popped her gum at me as I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door, not bothering to put it on and throwing it on the passenger seat as I got in my truck.

After a long shower when I got home, I only had five minutes until Isaac was supposed to get here, but that sinking feeling in my gut told me I was about to be let down. I sat on the couch and waited, staring at the cactus and trying to sift through the mixture of emotions that were running through me, as well as the many reasons I’d made up as to why he hadn’t texted me back.

Maybe he’d dropped his phone in the toilet. Maybe he’d thrown it out the window after seeing my video. Maybe someone had stolen it. Maybe Jordan had found out about us, gotten mad, and destroyed his phone. Maybe he’d been walking up a flight of stairs eating something greasy while scrolling through his phone and it slipped out of his hands and fell several stories over the railing.

When five o’ clock came and went with no sign of Isaac, I texted him. When he didn’t respond, fifteen minutes later, I called him. It went straight to voicemail. I decided to leave him one, though I wasn’t hopeful that he’d call me back.

“Hey, Isaac, it’s Brody…I just wanted to know if you were okay? You haven’t responded to any of my texts and I guess you forgot it’s Saturday or maybe something happened but…can you please call me back? I’m worried about you.” I hung up with a frustrated sigh and wished I hadn’t left a message.

Worry was gnawing at me, so I grabbed my keys and a light flannel, got in my truck, and drove over to his house. His car was sitting out front, which gave me some relief, but apprehensionbegan to seep in as I made my way to the front door. Would he turn me away? Was this it? Fuck, I didn’t want this to be it.

I knocked and waited. When no one came after a few minutes, I knocked again, harder. Thirty seconds later the door swung open and a young guy about my height with buzzed blond hair and light brown eyes stared at me in confusion.

“Uh…can I help you?”

“Is Isaac here?” I asked.

“Who’s asking?”

Did that mean yes? “Tell him it’s Brody. That…well…” I cleared my throat. “Can he come to the door? I need to speak with him.” To see him. Make sure he was okay.

The guy pursed his lips and said, “No, he’s not really feeling very well. But I can tell him you stopped by.”

He started to close the door on me, but my hand shot out to slap more harshly against the wood than I had intended, and the guy’s eyebrows went up. “Is he sick?” I asked, feeling stupid for not having realized that maybethat’swhy he wasn’t getting back to me. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Oh Camerrooonnn!” A voice sang from somewhere in the house. “Do we have guests, darling? How delightful!” Jordan swept into view with a huge grin on his face, but it faltered when he saw me. “Oh—hey, Brody. What’s, uh…what’re you doing here?”

“What’s wrong with Isaac?” I asked, ignoring his question. Something like fear had started to crawl its way up my spine, and I just wanted to see Isaac.

Jordan, in a rare moment of earnestness, said, “He’s having a really hard time right now. Something…well, you don’t need to worry about it. He’ll be all right soon. Did you need me to tell him something?”

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