Mister Moneybags(34)

“Well, that was very good of you.”

“The pleasure has been mine, actually—aside from his breath. I need to do something about that.”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Closing my eyes for a moment, I said, “I found these special treats. They help. I’ll message you the name.”

“I’d like that.” Dex smiled, and it was a reminder that I really needed to distance myself tonight before I fell deep into the trap of his charm.

“I need to go home. This has been too much for one night.”

“Come home with me, Bianca. I promise I’ll make this right.”

“I can’t do that.”

“At least let me drive you home, then.”

I hesitated then said, “Okay. But take me straight there. No detours.”

Riding in Dex’s luxurious car felt strange. It was a reminder of just how different this man’s life was compared to that of his defunct alter ego. You could practically smell the money mixed in with the scent of leather. Dex wouldn’t take his eyes off me, but he kept his distance. The weight of his stare alone made my entire body tingle. I was aching to be touched despite my anger.

I broke the ice. “So, what are your plans after this? Going to Caroline’s to give her your ‘beautiful cock’?”

He smiled impishly at my question. “Would that upset you?”

“I don’t have any say in what you do.”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if it would upset you.”

“What do you think?”

“I think the fact that your face is flushed right now proves that the thought of me fucking another woman does upset you, regardless of whether you admit it or not.” He reached over and placed his hand on my knee. The firm touch made the muscles between my legs pulsate. “I won’t be going to see Caroline tonight, Bianca. I’ll be going home to my house and curling up under my sheets with a four-legged beast who seems to think my bed is his. I will be praying to God that you find it in your heart to forgive me. And I’ll wake up tomorrow morning, seizing the new day and trying like hell to get you to give me a second chance.”

When we arrived at my place, Dex came around to let me out. He softly caressed my cheek as I just stood there. I closed my eyes and tried to let it all sink in.

Damn you, Dex. I just don’t know if I can ever fully trust you.

Even though I wanted to say so much, the night had depleted my energy. I simply said, “Give me some time.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

As I headed toward my door, a thought occurred to me, prompting me to turn around.

“Do you even really whittle?”

He looked down briefly at his feet then up at me. “I tried. Those cuts were real.”

I shook my head.





Two hours later, my phone signaled that I’d received a new message. This night had been so eventful, I’d almost forgotten how early it still was. The clock showed 11PM on the dot.



Dex: I know our meetings are supposed to be over, but I need to make sure you’re okay.



After a few minutes of debating whether I should respond, I moved over to my laptop and typed.



Bianca: I’m fine.



Dex: You aren’t. But I don’t expect you to be. I’m just relieved you’re even answering me.



Bianca: Did you call Caroline? Her text said if you didn’t call her, she was coming over there.



Dex: I didn’t call her, but she did stop by.



I angrily clicked on the keys.



Bianca: Did you give her your “beautiful cock”?



Dex: No. I told her I couldn’t see her anymore.



Bianca: You shouldn’t have gotten rid of your backup plan.



Dex: She was never a long-term plan. I don’t have feelings for her like I do for you.



Bianca: How did she take it?



Dex: She was pissed. But I can’t focus on that right now. My priority is you.



Bianca: I bet she’s beautiful.



Dex: I’m more attracted to you…in every way.



Bianca: That’s unfortunate.



Dex: Because I won’t get to have you?



Bianca: I can’t answer that.



Dex: Then, I’ll spend my nights imagining it, like I have every single evening since we met. I get more excited just thinking about you than actually being with anyone else. Care to see?



A few seconds later, Dex sent a photo. It displayed the massive bulge in his gray boxers. The muscles between my legs began to contract. He looked like he was hiding a goddamn snake in there. My jaw dropped. I didn’t even know what to say.



Dex: This is what you do to me, Bianca. I’m so hard that it’s painful.



Bianca: Next time you send me a pseudo dick pic, you may want to make sure Bandit’s paw isn’t in the shot. Kind of ruins the effect.