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Was that true? Could it be?

For real?

Did I love him?

Yes.

. . .

Fuck.

“What am I supposed to do?” I cried. “What else can I do? I’m not good at anything else? I’m good at sex. I fucking love it. Do I want to be a hooker forever? No.”

“Do you want anyone else but Dominic to fuck you?” Ky asked.

I shot him a glare. “Okay look, Ky, I can appreciate that this is the most I’ve ever heard you speak, but you can shut up now.”

Benji laughed. “That’d be a no. He doesn’t want anyone but Dominic?—”

“Okay, enough. You two are ganging up on me and we’re not even naked. This is not fun for me.” I gave Ky another stink eye. “You picked a grand old time to enter the chat.”

He smirked, so I decided to join him on his sun lounge, making him cuddle me as his punishment. He pretended to be disgruntled but he never pushed me off.

“You’re allowed to love him,” Benji said quietly.

I shot my head up to stare at him. “What?”

“You’re allowed to love him,” he repeated. “And you’re allowed to let yourself be loved by him. Don’t ever think you’re not worth it.”

I squinted at him. “Okay, gee, thanks, Doctor Freudian slip,” I said sarcastically. “Plus, I know I’m worth it, bitch.”

Which was a big fat lie.

But I was not unpacking that fucking baggage today.

Goddammit.

“Enough psychobabble bullshit,” I said, deflecting him completely. “If anyone has any great ideas about what I, whore extraordinaire, can do for a real job, please speak up.”

Benji snorted. “Whore extraordinaire.”

“You could set up an Only Fans,” Ky suggested. He shrugged. “Just do solo stuff, keep your face out of it. Use dildos and cry for daddy and you’ll be a gazillionaire in no time.”

I sat up so I could stare at him. “Use dildos and cry for daddy? Ky, dude, are you okay?”

He laughed. He actually laughed. “Like you don’t do that already.”

“Not with a dildo I don’t. I have a real daddy now.”

“Okay, Pinocchio,” Benji said with a laugh. “But you know, that’s not a crazy idea.”

Now I stared at him. “Use dildos and cry for daddy? And also, fuck you for the Pinocchio comment.”

He snorted and shook his head. “No. Only Fans.” Then he looked at Ky. “The three of us could do it and make three times the content, three times the money. We could totally play up the whole boy-needs-a-daddy thing. You know there are a lot of men out there who’d pay good money for that.”

That was true.

But was it something we were even seriously considering?

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