Page 9 of Loving Leo

“You haven’t been answering my calls.”

“I know.”

“We need to talk about it.”

“Don’t want to,” I say and then let out another long, shaky breath. “I’m gonna go. I shouldn’t have answered.”

She begins to protest, but I hang up, turning my phone off and setting it on my nightstand.

I’m not ready.

I’m not fucking ready.

And to be honest, I just want it all to be over.

THREE

Leo

I’ve really tried to behave. I managed two days and really, the only reason I made it that long was because it was the weekend, but now that I’m back at work on Monday night, I can’t stop my hand from scrawling another message on Heath’s desk. The building is empty except for me and a few other workers on different floors and so, once again, I used my time in his office to get myself off. This time my scene featured a cock ring and a ball gag.

It was a lot of fun. Especially since he was still watching through that camera of his.

Well, maybe not actively watching, but it was sure as hell recording. And I bet he watches it all when he’s alone. Why else would he record it?

Do you touch yourself when you watch me? I bet you do.

I can’t help but antagonize him by writing that out, leaving it right where I know he’ll find it. I haven’t seen Heath again since that first night, but fuck, it’s been such fun thinking about him. Especially since I never did get fired for that little display.

Honestly, I really want to see him face to face again.

I want to watch him frown and scowl at me. I want to verbally spar with him. But for now, until we meet again, the little notes I leave satisfy me.

I stare down at the piece of paper with my handwriting scrawled across it and decide it looks a little too empty. So I draw a happy face on it and then draw a very immature cock and balls.

I snort and then knock my knuckles on the desk.

Alright, back to work. I have shit to do.

When I get backto my small apartment after cleaning that office building, I feel like the walls are nearly caving in on me. My eyes are tired, my body aching, and I long to crawl into bed and fall asleep, but I don’t have time. I need to edit the video I made and then get to work on finishing up my homework for the classes I’m taking at the community college.

Camming won’t always be a viable thing. I hope to build up a nice nest egg with my posts, but at the same time, I also have to think of the future. Which is why I’m also working on getting my nursing degree.

I gotta have a back up plan. If my mom taught me anything, its this.

Because she barely graduated from high school and ended up working far too many dead-end jobs. But she always manages to be positive despite still living paycheck to paycheck. And despite denying it, she’s always worried about paying her mortgage. I never want to be like that. I want to be able to help her pay for things. Maybe someday I’ll have enough money so she can retire. Finally let herself rest for the first time in her life.

“You awake?” my roommate Asher says when he catches me in my room, my books open all around me as I study and edit simultaneously. If I can do anything sufficiently it’s multitasking.

I slide my headphones around my neck and grin at him.

“Yep. You know me.”

“You work far too hard,” he says, running a hand through his messy red hair.

“So do you,” I reply and Asher rolls his blue eyes. But he doesn’t argue with me. He can’t. He works just as hard, if not more than I do. “We can’t live in this shithole forever.”

“I know.”

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