Page 99 of Sin With Me

Daddy555:

Come on. You don’t even have to wear anything special. Just be yourself.

Goldengirl69:

Not today. Sorry.

Daddy555:

I’ll double your rate.

Daddy555:

Please.

Locking my phone, I shuffle through the house toward my room, Daddy555’s messages lingering at the forefront of my mind. For the first time, I question my hidden life. Isaac knows nothing about me camming, and if he did, he’d lose his mind. But after last night, I feel like I should come clean. Or at least leave camming behind?

But my mind shifts to the empty map on my wall, reminding me why I decided to do this all in the first place. Freedom. Adventure. Travel. It’s what my soul craves.

Maybe I can have both.

As I step into the hall, my gaze instantly slides to Roman’s room. Without hesitation, I shove the door open. Leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed protectively over my chest, I take in the destruction I’d been too distracted to clean up last night.

Rumpled sheets, spilled wine, a pillow on the floor next to the shattered sunflower clip I once cherished.

Like two broken, lost souls, Isaac and I fell into each other, desperate to take away the ache that exists deep inside us. Without thought of the repercussions that’d exist in the daylight, we found solace in the time capsule we’d sealed for Roman long ago.

My mind locks on that as I look around, a sudden burst of anger surging through my body. He left and I kept everything just as it was, for him. Waiting for him to return. Wanting him to feel like he was home again, like we hadn’t forgotten him. Like we hadn’t abandoned him the way he had us.

Fuck that.

Roman doesn’t deserve the loyalty he so effortlessly burned to the ground all those years ago.

With indignation rolling through my veins, I stomp through the dusty tomb and rip the cum-stained sheets from his bed. They land on the floor in a heap and another plume of dust flies through the air, nearly choking me.

Too long—it’s been too damn long that we’ve existed in limbo, waiting, hoping, praying, he’d return to us. Too long I’ve tiptoed past his door every day, pretending like the man who haunts both my dreams and memories still exists on the other side.

How many days did Roman hide away in here, refusing to acknowledge his family, his duties, me? How many afternoons did he spend hidden behind his drawn curtains, acting as though the world outside didn’t exist?

Like I didn’t exist.

Gripping the old fabric tightly in my fist, I shove the curtains open, letting bright morning sunlight grace the room for the first time in…ever. The sun illuminates the truly awful state of the room. Dust covers every surface in a thick, cloying layer. Particles dance through the rays streaming in from the window, pointing out every inch that desperately needs to be cleaned.

Bending down, I pick up the remnants of my hair clip, holding one half in each hand. Somehow, the pieces feel symbolic, as though it’s a perfect representation of myself. Shining and bright on the outside, tattered and broken on the inside and split down the middle—torn between my past and present.

Swallowing thickly, I shove the clip into the pocket of my hoodie, saving it for later. I know just what to do with it.

But first, I need to clean.

“Good morning, Eve.” Mary’s voice pulls me from the new messages and I close the Favorite Fans app, locking my phone and pressing it face-down on my thigh.

Daddy555 just won’t quit this morning. It’s becoming annoying.

“Hi, Miss Mary,” I say, dabbing the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, trying to stomp my annoyance down.

It’s hot and humid. My dress is clingy, and my hair is sticking to my neck. I hate being sweaty, especially when I’m supposed to be at my best. Despite knowing it gets hot in the church, I’m a million times hotter because I had to walk.

And I had to walk because instead of waiting for me like usual, Isaac left while I was in the shower without a word.

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