Page 24 of Loving Leo

“He wouldn’t care,” I retort, making Asher roll his eyes, but I know this. Heath thinks of me as a nuisance. He doesn’t give two shits who I think is cute.

My theory is provencorrect the rest of the week. Heath really doesn’t think of me. Not even once.

He hasn’t been in his office the last four nights.

Four. Nights.

If I could show up at his place and demand to know why he’sbeen avoiding me, I would have. But I have no clue where he lives and I’m not a stalker. I mean, I would be probably if I knew where he lived. I’m that far gone.

But I’m not as bad as Asher, who has been spending far too much time staring at our unexpected neighbor-roommate through the hole in the wall.

It’s unnerving.

But I digress.

Heath. Yes, Heath.

The guy who touched my dick and then has been annoyingly absent ever since.

How am I going to get another great video without him? And how is my dick ever going to be satisfied again? Right now it’s protesting.

Nothing feels as good as him.

Damn guy who probably really is straight and doesn’t want me. Him touching my dick was just a fluke. He really did just want to get me out of his bathroom. That was all. How disappointing.

I sigh and push the cleaning cart down the darkening hallway, my evening shift done.

And now it’s the weekend and there won’t even be a possibility of seeing Heath for another two days. Damn him.

Although, he’s getting the candy I’m leaving him because it’s absent when I arrive. And the notes are being seen because they’re always moved from where I leave them. Not that he responds. He’s clearly been ignoring me.

He is probably freaking out over the fact that he touched my dick.

But I don’t mind, I didn’t mind. I’ll never mind.

Oh fuck, he could do that to me all damn day and I’d be so here for it. I’ve never come so hard.

The way I was whimpering. The fans loved it.

I want to do it again. For them, and mostly for me.

I park my cart and head out, wishing I had something or someone to do while I wait for Heath to make a reappearance in my life.

I left him another candy bar and a salacious note.

A sigh escapes me as I walk to my car, already feeling worn down and tired from life. My phone beeps and I slide it from my pocket, glancing down to see a message from Asher.

Asher:

Hurry home. Jack is staring at me through the wall with his sexy eyes.

I let out a loud snort, slowing my pace. The sexual tension between those two is outrageous. Asher just doesn’t seem to notice.

Me:

Just take your dick out. Give him a show.

Asher: