Page 6 of Billionaire Romance

Would you feel the same if you weren’t my exclusive client? If I were performing for dozens of strangers a day? Wouldn’t that change your mind?

If you’re asking me if I prefer you have an exclusive arrangement with me, well the answer is FUCK yes. As for other arrangements and other women on Sugar Girl, I reserve judgement. Not my business. I’m happy and I want you to be happy.

I giggle. I literally giggle. Oh God I’m like an idiot school girl.

Good. So, it’s our little secret, Captain.

He takes a while to reply, and I’m holding my breath. I don’t want him harking on this shame business and the ethics and morality of cam-girls. Finally, the little bubbles start flashing, indicating he’s typing.

I do like having secrets with you, Echo. Want to hear one of mine?

Relief washes over me, and anticipation. What will he write?

I do. Tell me.

The secret, Echo, is that texting with you, I’m imagining you in bed, remembering the way you were touching yourself last night. I’m sitting here in the business lounge with my briefcase on my lap because I’m completely hard. Can you keep that secret?

It isn’t right, but I’m instantly wet.

I can keep that secret. In fact, I’m going to say goodbye now and take that secret with me off to dreamland. It’s a good one. Bon voyage Captain.

Night night, Echo.

I’m lying here staring up at the ceiling, hugging my phone to my chest. “Night night, Echo,” he wrote. When I’m chatting with him and performing for him, I am Echo. I feel like Echo. But the real me, well I’m Weaver, and he doesn’t even know that’s my name. As I fall asleep, clutching my phone and the memory of our chat, I can’t shake the cozy and warm feelings that WildCaptain gives me. Despite not knowing my name, I kind of believe he really does know me.

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