Zander couldn’t be Nice.
It was impossible.
Right?
I stood there, frozen and staring in horror at his back as Zander pulled his phone out of his pocket.
The green dot under Nice’s name lit up a few seconds later, and the message was read.
Zander chuckled.
Holy fucking shit.
Was Zander MrNiceGuy?
Panic flooded through my shock, and out of pure reflex, I switched my phone to airplane mode. I had my notifications for Kinksters on, and if my worst nightmare had just come true, I didn’t need Zander realizing it too.
He typed something, then tucked his phone away and bent back over his forms.
Pushing off my desk, I turned away from him and flipped my phone back on Wi-Fi.
I had a notification for Kinksters.
I opened it.
MrNiceGuy: relatable
Holy shit.
Zander was Nice.
He had to be, right?
There was no way this was a coincidence. No way had he gotten a message on an app with the same notification sound as Kinksters at the same time I’d sent one to Nice. That was impossible.
It had to be him.
Zander was the guy I’d been sexting with.
Zander was the guy who’d brought me to my knees and given me the best sexual experiences of my life.
Zander was bi? Or was he gay?
He’d said he and his ex-wife split up because they weren’t compatible. Had he meant they weren’t compatible inthatway?
If he was queer, it made sense that he wasn’t out, not with his background. And he’d never actually said he was straight. He never talked about women other than his ex, and come to think of it, I couldn’t remember him even checking a woman out when we were with the guys.
All the signs of him being queer had been there. I just hadn’t seen them.
My brain started spinning and connecting all the dots I’d missed before. All the details Zander and Nice had in common that I hadn’t put together.
Holy shit.
Zander and Nice were the same person.
Laughter jarred me out of my shock, and I shook my head a few times.
Okay, panicking wasn’t going to help right now. I just had to keep my shit together long enough to get out of here and get home.