Mister Moneybags(24)

I closed my eyes and cringed at my assertiveness. My heart was pounding as I waited for a reply. It took him a while to respond.



Dex: Not tonight. We agreed to meet at the end, remember?



My emotional state went from hot to cold real fast. He’d implied before that he wanted to date me, yet he keeps avoiding actually meeting me. I needed to call him out.



Bianca: I have a feeling there will always be an excuse.



The spaces of time between his responses were getting longer and longer.



Dex: I just need to be prepared.



Prepared for what?



Bianca: Prepared?



Dex: Yes. This time with you has been different from anything I’ve ever experienced. You know more about me than most people. And I probably know more about you than any of the women I’ve dated, and yet, I can’t seem to get enough. I’ve exposed myself to you—in more ways than one, practically. This is new for me. Meeting you in person will be intense. And then there’s the risk of disappointing you. I think that’s my biggest apprehension.



Bianca: How can you possibly disappoint me if I know almost everything about you already?



Dex: You may not like what you see.



Bianca: Let me at least hear your voice then.



Dex: Not yet.



Bianca: Why not?



Dex: You’ll hear me soon enough.



Bianca: Do you sound like Mickey Mouse or something?



Dex: No, I can assure you I don’t. My testosterone levels are good. I suspect you’ll like my voice, actually. LOL. I can’t believe you just asked me that.



Bianca: I have to explore all possible reasons why you are hiding. And quite honestly, at this point, you’re making me a little self-conscious, Mr. Truitt.



Dex: We’re back to formalities now? Don’t call me that anymore. We’re beyond that. And tell me why you’re feeling self-conscious when you have absolutely no reason to be.



Because I was starting to think that his apprehension was really about me.



Bianca: There are multiple reasons. I sometimes worry that, despite our online chemistry, you don’t really have any intention of meeting me at all. I also worry that our chats have become like a game to you. And sometimes, this is the worst one, I worry that I’m being catfished, that maybe I haven’t really been speaking to Dexter Truitt at all.



Dex: I swear to God, it’s me. I would NEVER do that to you, Bianca. It’s me.



I believed him. It was low of me to assert that. That thought had rarely crossed my mind, but deep down, I didn’t actually believe it.



Bianca: Okay. I believe you. I’m sorry. I’m overreacting. I just feel like I’ve gotten in a little deep when I shouldn’t have. This is all so unprofessional.



Dex: Fuck professional! Understand something: I do have concerns about meeting you, but NONE of them have to do with YOU. They ALL have to do with your impression of ME.



Bianca: Do you think I’m shallow? Is it your face you’re afraid of me seeing?



Dex: No. I know you’re not shallow and it has a little to do with my face, yes.



Well, now I was just totally confused. He thinks he’s ugly? Honestly, with a body like that, I’m pretty sure I could overlook it. More than that, it was him I wanted first and foremost, not his body nor his face.



Bianca: I’m sorry. I should have never mentioned seeing you. You already agreed to meet with me. I guess I just need to trust that and be patient.



Dex: I promise we will meet, Bianca. Don’t ever be sorry about asking for what you want, either.



I needed to end the chat before I said anything else I would regret.



Bianca: I’m going to turn in for the night, if you don’t mind.



Dex: I upset you.



Bianca: No. I’m fine. I think I just need to rest.



Dex: Okay.



When I didn’t reply, he sent another message.



Dex: Tomorrow night. Same time?



Bianca: Yes. Goodnight, Dex.



Dex: Sweet dreams, Bianca.



I shut my laptop and closed my eyes. Feeling completely defeated, I checked my cell phone for any texts from Jay. There were none.

But twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door.





Bianca’s eyes widened when she saw me standing there.

This was a mistake.

But I needed to see her.

Her eyes looked tired, like maybe she’d been crying.

Fuck.

I’d hurt her.

That’s why I came; I needed to know she was okay.

“Jay? What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering her, I wrapped my palms around her cheeks and pulled her into a deep kiss, desperately letting out all of the painful frustration that had built up inside of me after our earlier conversation.

It was Jay’s mouth she thought she was moaning into, but every part of me was kissing her as Dex.