Page 80 of The Arrangement

Fletcher shrugged. "I can't get into it, man; just trust me, it would be a bad idea." Sighing, I stood and tucked the manila envelope underneath my arm.

"Yeah." I peered at my phone, seeing the fifteen hundred new subscribers for Wolfe and Lace popping up on my notifications after a video on social media went viral. Twice. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

Three weeks had passedsince Sarah's birthday, since my grandfather, Charles Quinn, had been indicted on seven counts of racketeering, money laundering, coercion, tax fraud, and tampering with evidence. I laid low, filming solo content and getting takeout or delivery just to stay out of the way.

People knew me and my family; the thought of heading to the grocery store or out to eat and getting those stares made my skin crawl.I wasn’t ready to think about my father; I swallowed around that pain and put my work in front of me, like I always did.

"Are you wet for me?" I purred, stroking my cock as I undulated. My mask was completely down on my face; I hadn't shaved in days and didn't feel like it. Shoving those thoughts away, I focused on the task at hand: my cock, my live stream of horny fans throwing money into my savings account as I swore and gripped my dick harder, chasing the orgasm that I hadn't quite yet been able to release.

She came to mind unbidden, dark hair splayed over my grey bedspread with a red bottom lip pinched between her top teeth as shemoaned. The feeling of her cunt around my fingers as I slowly worked her open to take me, the way Georgia's whole body would tense as her orgasm rushed over her. I remembered the way she’d tasted when I’d licked her arousal off of my fingers and the way her brown eyes had widened at the sight.

My orgasm hit me by surprise as I kneeled on the thick rug in front of my business phone. My heart pounded in my ears as I came, nearly collapsing forward as relief washed over me.

I forced a dark chuckle. "Thanks for joining me; if you are a premium member, you can download this live stream in the next 15 minutes. Until next time." Waiting until the red light disappeared from the app, I sighed deeply as I took off my mask, closing my eyes as the cooler air hit my skin.

Stiffly standing, I rolled my shoulder, immediately turning on the shower. It was a relief, sure, a quick orgasm, but it was like scratching around an itch but not directly hitting the spot. I felt empty and unfulfilled. Nearly growling as I tossed the rag away, I got into the shower angrily.

I’d never had this issue before. I came, I recorded, I got other people off, and they gave me money. It was a simple arrangement. And now? Now, it felt hollow.

My skin was red from the heat of the shower, my hair dripping into my face when my phone vibrated nearly off of the sink.

Before I immediately rejected the call, I saw who it was on the caller ID. Natalie. Something twinged in my chest; I missed my best friend, and fuck, if there was anyone I needed to talk to, it was her.

Accepting the video call, I padded to the living room, towel wrapped around my waist as I relaxed back onto the sofa.

"Well, hello to you too," laughed Natalie, looking at my bare chest and still-damp hair. "Is this all for me?"

I flipped her off, drying my hair with the smaller towel, a shiver running down my back as the chillier air hit me. "Isn't it like three a.m. there?" I responded, waving over her shoulder to Jessica who looked as though she was in the middle of getting ready for bed.

"Yes," the blond groaned as she took off her heavy diamondearrings. "There was a gala today for the hospital, and we got a little tipsy."

"No, no, she got a little tipsy. I was responsible and drove her home!" clarified Jessica loudly as her fiancé giggled, obviously still a little inebriated.

Smiling, I replied honestly, "I'm glad you guys are settling in there." Natalie huffed as she collapsed on her bed, phone moving so rapidly I was glad I wasn't prone to motion sickness.

"Enough about me," she huffed, flipping onto her side and still cradling her phone. "Tell me about you! How is everything going? Your content with Georgia?" Natalie fanned her face as I dipped my head with a soft, sad smile.

"I take it you heard about Charles?"

Natalie rolled her eyes and seemed to sober a bit at the mention of my grandfather's name. "Yeah, honestly, it doesn't surprise me. I'm just glad that the bastard is going to get what's coming to him."

"Yeah, we'll see. That's how it works, doesn't it? As long as you're rich enough, most crimes are just a matter of the price you are literally willing to pay. My uncle is taking over the company, and he's a good guy. I think he'll do it right."

The blond chewed her hot-pink-colored lip, watching me carefully over her device as she pried, "Are you staying with the real estate thing?"

Huffing, I shook my head. "I only did that to keep Charles off Maria's back. I don't need it." She didn't ask questions; she knew how lucrative my business had been, knew I’d been saving and investing for years to make sure Maria and I would be set if my grandfather finally disowned us like he had threatened our whole life. Natalie was silent for a moment, regarding me. "You didn't answer me about Georgia. I've noticed you've been solo for the past few weeks."

I opened my mouth just to close it again. Fuck. A large part of me wanted to talk about it, to spill my guts to Natalie and tell her that I fell in love with Georgia Clark like a stupid fucking idiot, but an equally large part wanted to push it down; to not burden my friend with my woes especially ones I brought on on myself.

"Sebastian?" Her voice was soft as if she could read the myriad of expressions that I thought I was keeping to myself.

Goddamn it. Running a hand over my face, I took a deep breath. I didn't do this, I didn't fall in love, and I didn't talk about it.

"Seb, talk to me."

Groaning, I set the phone on the coffee table as I took another breath. "I fucked it up, Nat." She was silent; she was always good at listening, of getting you to let your guard down and share. It had never really worked on me until now. "We slept together."

Her blond eyebrows drew together in a pinch. "Well…obviously?—"

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