Page 80 of Baby Girl
About fifteen minutes later, I’m scrubbed clean, in my pajamas, more knowledgeable about the schedule function, and ready to send my first private live request.
I also logged into SugarLife on my laptop so that I could use the flashlight on my phone to provide a little bit of light away from my face, so EyesOnYou could at least see a little bit of me.
Checking that everything about my bed looks okay and that there is no random purple cock in view, I send the request to them, my screen going black before my reflection appears. I immediately stop biting on the skin of my finger as the live loads. Fuck, I really need to quit doing that.
A green tick appears on the screen, and then the chat bar on the right has a new message.
EyesOnYou has entered the live.
EyesOnYou:Hi SugarBB_Emmy.
“Um, hi. Actually, you can call me Emmy while we are on a private live, if you want,” I stutter out, feeling a ridiculous amount of awkward for some reason.
EyesOnYou:As you wish, Emmy.
EyesOnYou:Is there anything else you need to do before you go to sleep?
I glance at the foot of the bed where I moved my teddies, kind of really wanting at least Rocky with me tonight. But I’m not sure how well that will go down with my viewer.
“Um, no, I’m good. All ready for bed,” I reply as lightly as I can manage and start to snuggle down into my pillow.
EyesOnYou:Are you sure? You looked at something off-screen.
I laugh, nervously. “Ah, yeah, that’s just…it’s my teddy bear. I have three, actually. Well, only two right now. Normally there is three.”
EyesOnYou:If you want to sleep with them, then, please, get them. This is about your comfort as well as my wish to watch. Don’t change for me.
Swallowing, I glance at the bears. I really want to snuggle into their softness. And fine, if they want to watch me cuddle a plushie, then good for them. I’m not going to yuck their yum.
Not letting any more thoughts enter my mind, I sit up and gather both of them, then arrange Blue on the pillow behind me before rolling back to the computer with Rocky squeezed to my chest.
EyesOnYou:Does he have a name?
Smiling, I press my face into his fur before answering. “Rocky.”
EyesOnYou:That’s a strong name. Does he protect you in your dreams?
“Yeah,” I reply, feeling the weight of the day starting to drag me under.
EyesOnYou:That’s good, baby. Go to sleep now. I’ll watch over you until it’s Rocky’s turn.
My eyelids flutter shut at the gentle command, my heart swelling painfully. I almost wish they were here, in person.
Almost.
Chapter 45
Xavier
Staring at the door to Emery’s dorm, I exhale heavily and shove my hand through my still-damp hair as I do the mental work to let go of the last few hours. Only one more weekend of this double life bullshit left to go, then I will have done enough to return the fucking favor that piece of shit cost me, from last weekend.
In Hawk’s defense, disposing of a dead body wasn’t an easy favor to handle.
Slamming the mental door on that side of my life shut takes more effort than I’m happy about, but I get it done, before opening the door and entering the dorm as quietly as possible. I’d watched the girls both go to bed a couple of hours ago and as much as I want to spend time with my dove, they both need their sleep.
I shift my gear bag around the flimsy box with Emery’s latest gift—this time from me—until I can lower the bag to its usual spot in the corner near the couch, happy to deal with the laundry tomorrow, and then I go to Emery’s bedroom door.
Her live with Derek finished an hour ago. The creeper watched all the way until the live cut out at the set time, even though she fell asleep within minutes of it starting. Watching him watch her, while I monitored my old team through an extraction, had been a weird twist of both my lives.
