Page 14 of Roughing the Princess

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I wanted to text Tova. Desperately. But it was better to wait for her to text me after I said something to freak her out. So instead I was sitting on the family room floor drawing with Olivia.

She snatched the paper from me and stared at my stick-figure drawing. “Who is that?”

I hadn’t even realized what I’d been doing. I’d been thinking about Tova so much that I’d drawn her. If you could even really call it drawing. I was no artist. “It’s Tova Saber.” I’d drawn her on a stage in the center of Labyrinth Stadium singing into a mic while wearing my Minotaurs jersey.

“I love Tova Saber!” Olivia started singing one of Tova’s latest songs.

“Yeah, me too.” The crayon froze in my hand. Seriously, what the fuck was I doing dropping the L word every five seconds when it came to Tova? I felt like I’d lost my fucking mind. But these past few weeks, all I could think about was looking at my phone to see what sassy thing she was going to say to me next.

“You should date her,” Olivia said. “I like her better than the models you usually bring home.”

I’d beenverydiscreet with my dates. How did she know about…

Jasper started laughing.

I glared at him. I should have known he’d get Olivia to start teasing me about this too.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that I finally had a text from Tova. I pushed myself up off the ground. “Night, Olivia.” I ruffled her hair.

“Night, Uncle Talon!”

I gave Jasper a hard stare and he just laughed. At least he was talking about this to Olivia and not in our latest podcast recordings. He’d been eerily well behaved.

I climbed the stairs and clicked on her text just as I opened the door to my bedroom.

Holy. Shit.

I kicked the door closed and stared at the picture Tova had sent. She was on a couch instead of her bed. And she’d swapped out her old t-shirt for some bright red lingerie. The red matched her lips that she was biting into as she stared up at the camera. My eyes dropped to her tits. The crisscrossing straps of the lingerie were thick, almost bondage looking. And her tits were pushed together in that way that just made me want to bury my face between them and die a happy man.

But it wasn’t just the bra. She was wearing the full set. Even the strappy garter belt. It made her waist look even smaller. And her stockinged legs even longer.

I groaned. She was even wearing matching red heels. This was better than my fucking dreams.

This was the sexiest picture I’d ever been texted.Friendzone my ass.My erection pressed against the front of my jeans, begging to be free.

“What are you trying to do to me, princess?” I texted to her.

I unzipped my pants, wrapping my hand around my cock through my boxers. I was just about to snap a picture to show her how hard I was for her. But then she texted me again.

“Oops. Sorry. Wrong person.”

I let go of my cock.What. The. Fuck.“Excuse me?” I typed. I could feel my blood boiling. What the hell did she mean by wrong person?

“I meant to send that to someone else,” she replied.

The fuck she did.There was no way she was talking to someone else. Texting this shit to someone else. She wouldn’t. “Liar.”

“I’m so embarrassed right now. Mortified.”

Everything she texted made me madder and madder. I stared at her biting her lip. Looking sinful as hell. For someone else.

This was worse than going to her concert and being sent away.

Worse than my brother embarrassing me on my podcast and Tovastillnot texting me for over a week.

My friends were right. I was friendzoned. And she’d already moved on with someone new. I’d missed my chance. And I was just the idiot with my pants around my knees jerking off to images of her. Just like I had been in high school.Fuck this shit.

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