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“Do you seriously expect me to turn that down? That’d be hot as fuck,” I say, and they jump for joy, reaching for the joysticks and passing me one.
Well, there’s something I never expected to do in my life. I mean, what more could a guy need? Other than his other half.
That’s the only thing missing from here. Everett.
“Here,” I say and prop my phone against the bed, on a timer, and pose with Tru. “So Dr. Spencer knows we’re thinking of him.”
“Great idea,” Tru says, and we spend the next five minutes posing for our doctor on the other side of town, stuck in the classroom instead of right here next to us.
“You better save enough energy for me, naughties,” he replies back after we send the pictures.
“Hurry, doctor. You need to resuscitate us,” Tru answers on my behalf and signs it off as themself.
I lean and give them a kiss and then we turn the game on where I proceed to kick their ass.
Which they find unfair, so they put me down and attack me with their dick.
Honestly, this kind of shit only happens in movies. Of the adult kind. And I can’t believe this is my life now.
Nineteen
Tru
Asleek, dark blue Honda SUV pulls up outside my front yard, and when the window rolls down, I see my handsome Carter, wearing a black suit jacket and a white shirt and smiling from ear to ear.
Next to him, in the driver’s seat, Everett is also peering at me through the window. He’s wearing a royal blue suit with a white shirt, and they both look like they just got hitched.
“Hey, gorgeous. Want a ride?” Carter says.
“Hey,” I complain, both my hands grabbing at my hips.
“Sorry, that did come out very prostitute-y,” he chuckles.
I shake my head and walk to the car, stepping in the back.
“I need to speak to the board. They have to revoke your degree. Prostitute-y?” I laugh, shutting the door behind me.
Ev twists his head, laughing out loud. His gaze running over my body.
“I was feeling very fancy tonight. I hope you don’t mind,” I say when I can’t tell what he’s thinking.
I’ve opted for a black, silky jumpsuit, a golden chain necklace with Swarovski flowers dotted at equal intervals, a matching thin belt, and gold stilettos.
“They asked if we mind,” he says, flicking Carter’s arm next to him.
Carter turns his upper body so he’s looking at me directly, too.
“Mind? Sweetie, you look stunning,” he says.
“I’ll say,” Ev adds.
“Good,” I tell both of them. “Because I’m feeling kickass and powerful in these threads.”
“Does that mean you’re feeling… dominant, too?” Carter asks, biting his lower lip and glancing at Ev.
My lips crook up into a smile.
“Always,” I say.
