Page 126 of Marked By the Pack
“Later, Grudge.” I blew him a kiss.
“Later, hot stuff.” He winked at me, adjusted his headset, and went back to his gaming livestream before I even clicked out.
I tapped my carrot against my bottom lip and stared at MtOthrysXXX at the top of my requests.Here goes nothing.I clicked on his name.
My computer screen switched to an image of MtOthrysXXX. His backdrop was a dark wood. I was pretty sure it was the headboard of his bed. He was wearing a golden mask that covered the center of his face. But I could still see his dark brown eyes and strong jawline. The mask reminded me of something you’d wear to a college party while draped in a toga. Whichmade sense with his whole Greek theme. Only his mask didn’t look like flimsy plastic. It looked heavy. I leaned closer to the screen, wondering if the mask was made of pure gold.
“Mount. Othrys. XXX,” I said.
“Zoey.”
The way he said my name made me swallow hard. He said it with such familiarity. And with a hint of disdain. For someone who watched me regularly, I guess it made sense that he thought he knew me. But I wasn’t sure why he was acting like he didn’t like me.
I cleared my throat. “So are you from Greece?”
“No,” he said. But he didn’t offer any more information.
His voice was low and scratchy. So low that it almost sounded like he was trying to alter it. A distorted voice and hiding behind a mask that looked like it was made of pure gold? He was definitely hiding something. Maybe he was filthy rich like King. Maybe he was a celebrity. Or maybe he was serial killer.
Stop it.I pressed my lips together. I needed to get Grudge out of my head. “What should I call you?” I wanted to know his real name.
“You can call me Mount Othrys XXX.”
That’s not a name.Especially since he wasn’t even from Greece. The secretiveness reminded me of King. But the similarities ended there. This guy was bigger than King. The XXX suited him. “Let me at least see your face.”
“Let me see yours,” he said.
I shook my head. “That’s not how this works.”
“And how does it work,Zoey?”
He said my name in that way again. Like he didn’t like me at all.
“Because I was under the impression that you’d do whatever I wanted in a private session. As long as I’m willing to pay for it, that is.”
That was the general idea. But…this guy was rubbing me the wrong way. “Not anything you want, no. I have rules.”
“Rules? Really? Other than whoever has the most money gets into these one-on-one sessions? You have a thing for men with money and power, don’t you,Zoey?”
Why did he keep saying my name like that? “No. I have plenty of my own money.”
“From doing this?” He gestured to his screen.
“Yes, this is my livelihood.”
He grunted in response.
Why was he judging me? He was the one that just dropped ten grand in order to speak with me privately.
“So you do this for the money?” he asked. “Or is this just what you prefer doing every night?”
“Both.”
“So you’re exactly where you want to be? Right here, right now?”
No.I wanted to be curled up in Otto’s arms like every other night. But Bennett had put an end to that. For now at least. He said it was too dangerous. So instead I was talking to this asshole. God, what was I doing? Emma was right. Keeping this site going when I was in an actual relationship with four men no longer felt like a good idea. Especially tonight.
I cleared my throat. “I actually need to go. I’ll refund your money.” I reached out to end the video.
