Page 23 of David's Love

So Friday won’t be the day David and I talk or do our little sex chat thing.

Our arrangement––so far––works.

We had our first chat the other night.

I have an account on an online platform, and he is my only client.

We joke about him being my only client. Or follower, I should say.

Once in a while, I get some random guy in my inbox, although I’ve done my best to change the privacy settings, not show my face, and never engage anyone.

The only downside is that I used my phone number and had to provide accurate information when I signed up.

Still, I’m not that worried.

This is only a momentary thing.

It's not exactly a solution to our problem, and for sure, it’s not what he has in mind. But we won’t be doing this for long, and for now, it’s fun.

We role play a lot. We enjoy ourselves. And we try to forget that time is not on our side.

I’m his sweet girl on call as he plays the naughty billionaire addicted to some dirty pleasure.

I get tips that make me blush, and I have opened a new bank account to transfer all the money there and never think about it.

He wants me to go to New York for Halloween, but that isn’t easy to pull off.

What am I supposed to say?

Chloe already makes plans for Halloween.

She wants to throw a big party to reconnect with her friends. And I don’t know how to say no to her, hop on a plane, and go see him.

My phone vibrates on the table.

I flip it over and check the notification.

That’s what I was talking about.

Some dude just sent me a message.

I ignore him and rise from my seat before heading to the bathroom.

I check my hair and makeup and lotion-covered smooth skin.

I wear no lingerie tonight.

I want him to see me naked.

The robe is soft and fuzzy and smells like perfume–– wet flowers at the height of summer. I secretly bought a bottle last night from a store across from Maggie’s.

It’s expensive yet worth every penny.

All I have to do now is wait.

He’s in a meeting right now, so I go back to the kitchen, light a candle, make sure the door is locked, pour myself a glass of wine, and return to the bedroom.

I put on some music and start fussing with my laptop.

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