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I send another devilish emoticon instead of spelling it out for him.
Tig: I’ve watched some of your videos on YT, but it only succeeded in frustrating me.
Alie G: Is that so?
Tig: Indeed. A faceless woman with a decent body that I now know is even more appealing.
Alie G: Thanks. I’m a private person.
Tig: I love your concept of “private person” when you send me a pic like this one.
Alie G: Nothing revealing about it.
Tig: I’m not sure I agree. As much as I love playing games, maybe we should meet up?
My body goes rigid when I read his suggestion. I do want to see him in person. I mean, that’s been the whole point since day one. Lure him. Seduce him. Dump him. But my treatments aren’t over and my doctor said that I needed rest and I shouldn’t be traveling for a while. That’s also why I took a leave of absence from school after finding out that I was sick. That’s also why I worked with new sponsors to make more money. That’s also why I had so much free time to interact with despicable Tig. Before I ignore my phone to get some breakfast—my appetite grew with that unexpected exchange—I settle for a short answer.
Alie G: Soon.
Chapter Nine
My Strange Addiction
Tig
First,the casual Instagram poster became my daily fix of fun, wit, and confession. Then, New Year’s Eve happened.
What triggered such eagerness? What the hell ignited such excitement? What the fuck jump-started such horniness?
Despite the fact that I’d be proud to claim responsibility for it, that would be a lie; I don’t think that I would have dared. Trust me, I’m all for ridiculous shit like this when it comes to the anonymous hookups.
My relationship—or whatever you call it—with Alie G—whatever her real name is—is of an entirely different nature—whatever it could be labeled. She’s anything but anonymous.
Must be why her sexting caught me off-guard. Like,reallyoff-guard! Like heat- coursing-through-my-body off-guard. Like an irrepressible-urge-to-palm-my-massive-erection off-guard.
Before New Year’s Eve, my thoughts hadn’t been sexual as far as she was concerned. Granted, I’d wondered what she looked like, but I wasn’t interested in her that way. And that all changed this year. Almost a month ago already. Abs were shown. Words were put out there. Doors were opened… And it definitely fueled my dirty mind and had me fantasizing about hearing her voice or seeing her in person.
Do I really want that?
“Which team are you, again?” A harmless punch to my bicep tears me away from my reverie. The words don’t register because I’m having a flashback of the first time that I got off thinking about her…
Yup, that’s a spank bank favorite.
“Why are you blushing now?”
“Excuse me?” I straighten my spine, tilt my head towards the girl sitting beside me on the couch, and stiffen.
Which team… What is that supposed to mean?
I peer over at her and burst out laughing, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the almost empty bowl. “I love you, you know.” I pass it so that she can swipe the last few kernels and I kiss her little cheek.
She fidgets under the friction of my scruff on her tender skin. “I know. I love you, too, Uncle Tig.” She returns the kiss. “So… as I was saying… with all the big muscles that you got now, I was wondering if you changed your mind and switched teams?” She munches on her Saturday evening snack while we binge-watch theTwilightSaga. Again. Her parents would be so mad at me, if they only knew; thank God, the girl can keep a secret!
“Are you insinuating I’m Team Jacob?” Her severe stare pins on me, and I bite the inside of my cheeks to hold back my immediate thought as she nods. “How dare you have so little faith in me, Chloe!” My fists land on my waist, and I shoot her a look that feigns outrage. “You should know by now that I’m a man of my word.” Letting my arms fall naturally, I flicker my gaze to the flat screen, then back at her. “And while we’re at it, there’s one more thing you should know.” I lower my voice for effect. “You can’t trust a guy who doesn’t have hair on his chest!”
“Wooow… I’m not sure that’s appropriate.” Yeah, probably not, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Since when have I ever been appropriate?” I tease her and wink.
