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Me: Any ideas on how to help it?
Peaches: Don’t they have websites for this?
Me: Peaches, if you’re on a website, I won’t be home next week.
Peaches: Why?
Me: Because I’ll be very busy murdering everyone that’s subscribed to your site after Greyson sends me their info.
Peaches: *swoon* Look at the big strong possessive man coming to swing his cock around.
Me: Why do I like you?
Peaches: Right? I ask you that question ALL THE TIME.
Laughing, I shake my head before sending her another message.
Me: I gotta go do my final rounds. Can I call you after?
Peaches: I mean, if you’re expecting something–no. It’s been a painful day.
Me: All I want is to hear your voice.
Peaches: Ew.
Peaches: Fine. Be careful.
Smirking, I tuck my phone into my pocket before walking out of my room in the massive suite and checking the area. I hear my client and whatever women he has snatched up for the night in his room.Fuck, they’re loud.Once I’m sure the area is secure, I head back to my room and shoot off a quick text to my business partner, Greyson.
Me: I hate you for leaving me to do this.
Greyson: I broke my wrist. How could that be helped?
Me: By not trying to perform tricks on that stupid bike like you’re 13?
Greyson: Shut upppp, go tap some ass. Those rockstar groupies are always horny as fuck.
After sending him a middle finger emoji, I tap Stevie’s name and smile as she picks up on the second ring.
“So, is this the part where I should start moaning?” She deadpans, and I laugh.
“I mean,” I stretch loudly before dropping my voice to the low purr she seems to enjoy, even though she pretends to hate it. “Moan, all you want, Baby. You wanna hear Daddy pant your name?”
“Goodbye,” she says, making me laugh again.
“Okay, okay! What are you up to?”
“Reading and trying to enjoy a night to myself,” I smirk as I lay back in my bed.
“Feisty, huh?”
“Just irritated,” she mutters, and I frown at the seriousness in her voice. For the last couple of months—since the convention in New Orleans—Stevie and I have become friends with benefits. Her choice, not mine. If it were up to me, she would be in my arms every night, and every day I would try to show her how amazing I find her overly irritable, stubborn ass. But she won’t, so I take what I can get, which is friendship and booty calls. “The surgeon is once again telling me to wait because it’s a permanent solution, and since I’m not married and have no kids, I must not know what I want.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. Stevie has been fighting for a hysterectomy for a few years now. This surgeon was hopefully going to be the one to take her side and give her the surgery sheneeds. Her appointment to schedule everything was today.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I say softly. “What if you went out of state?”
“What’s the point?” she scoffs. “So I can spend money on travel just so those assholes can tell me I’m either too fat or I will regret it? No, I may as well stay here and be miserable.”
