Ari: Oh right…that wasn’t you that called Golden Boy “Daddy” the other day. I’ll edit that in my journal.
Me: You didn’t write that in your journal.
Ari: I did. I made a note about how I was outraged that once again I wasn’t getting the attention I deserved. It says right here: “Another simp infiltrated the group.”
I perked up at that.
Me: So, I am in the Circle?
Camden: Absolutely no one said that.
Walker: It’s true. No one said that.
Lincoln: I see what you’re doing, though. You’re trying to distract us from the fact that you have to pay for someone to touch your dick.
Ari: Definitely not Circle of Trust behavior.
I huffed, impatient because I could picture Sloane with Miller right now, and it made me feral.
Me: HOW DO I HIRE AN ESCORT?
Ari: So shouty.
Camden: Are you hiring an escort for, like…normal escort stuff? Or…
Ari: Or because you want someone to call you “Daddy.” Because Hero can testify that you don’t need to pay for that.
Camden: It’s true.
Walker: And it seems like you already have practice with that term so…
Lincoln: Good point.
I ran a hand over my face.
Me: You all are going to be calling me “Daddy” if someone doesn’t help me the fuck out right now.
Ari: Ooh. I just got goosebumps, York.
Me: This is for an important thing. I’m trying to figure something out, and Google isn’t helping.
Lincoln: Google isn’t helping because normal people don’t Google how to hire an escort, Rookie.
Walker: Why don’t you try typing in “how to rob a bank.” Or what about “poisoning your lover’s husband.”
Ari: Personal experience with that, Disney?
I groaned, sinking back in my chair. This was a disaster.
Me: Nevermind. I’ll figure it out myself.
Walker: Oh, no. You’ve opened the door, and now you’re stuck with us.
Camden: I’m still waiting for you to explain why you’re asking about escorts, though.
Ari: Maybe he’s Googling “how to hire an escort” because he thinks it’s code for bodyguard. Hint, Rookie, it’s not.
I snorted and sighed again. I was going to have to fess up.