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“Hello?”
“Hello, my darling. How are you?”
Awful.“Great. Enjoying your vacation?”
“Very much so. In fact, that’s why I’m calling. Greta and I have decided to extend our trip by another week. We’ll be back two days before Christmas.”
That means another week of solitude.Yay, me.
“Oh, wow. OK. You must really be having fun.”
“We are. Her family is wonderful.” He clears his throat. “Have you gotten out of the house at all?”
“No.”
“You should go spend a day in town. They decorate it so beautifully for the holidays.”
“Dad, we’ve been over this.” Sighing, I run a hand over my face. “I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up.”
“Because I want you to live your life instead of watching it fly past.”
“Iamliving.” Sort of. If my pathetic existence can even be called that.
“There is so much more to life than what you’re experiencing.”
My phone beeps in my ear, signaling another incoming call. “Dad, I have to let you go. I think a customer is calling me.” It’s Esme, but I can’t refer to her as my boss because he doesn’t know about my kink club side hustle. “I love you.”
“Love you too, darling.”
I quickly switch calls. “Hello?”
“Rowan, baby. How are you doing?”
“I’m OK, and you?”
“Fabulous. Listen, I’m doing the payroll, and I noticed you haven’t logged many hours this week. Are you having trouble accessing the network?”
“No. It’s just, uh, I haven’t been feeling well. Super nauseous.”
“Have you gone to the doctor?”
“Not yet.” She doesn’t know I’m a recluse, and I’d like to keep it that way. “She didn’t have any openings this week.”
“Well, make sure they schedule something for you early next week. We need to get you feeling better and back online.”
My stomach does a flip flop at the thought of Myst. The last thing I want to do is perform for someone after Henry left me in the cold.
What happened last night wasn’t a performance. Yes, I made him watch while I did my thing, but it was nothing like what I do for my clients. Not only did he see my face—and have a front row seat to my vagina—but I let down my guard. Completely.
It’s not uncommon for me to fake an orgasm during a session. In fact, I’ve only had two real ones on Myst, and they were with Mr. Maximus. I wanted to give Henry more of me than I’ve given anyone else. Considering we’ve already had sex; Ihavegiven him all of me.
“Hello?” Esme’s voice cuts into my wallowing.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Your clients miss you, and we want to keep them happy, right?”
“Yes, Madame.”
