A fresh start wasn’t so bad. As it is, my sister and I barely talk anymore. I hardly ever went home to visit Jean and Phil, and I wasn’t leaving behind anything precious. I had my computer and other stuff shipped. Then, I took the bus and ended up here, where I’m currently renting this place using cash. No one requested my ID.
I told myself I was done with the hacking and that I was only going to do legit software jobs.
And this is a legit software job. Right now, I’m walking into a towering glass building in downtown New Orleans, and I am going to fix a legit software that is legal and could one day save someone’s life because it prevents a break-in and such.
This is good, and it’s right. Plus, I feel like fixing it will make up for the bad I did by hacking it in the first place. It will make me feel like I earned all the money in my bank account legitimately.
Well, at least most of it since I haven’t exactly been a saint since moving here. I’ve done a few jobs I’m not proud of, but I’ve also done more legal ones, which I am proud of. Maybe this will offset the bad ones. If I hadn’t done those jobs, perhaps Kirian’s granny would never have found me, and I wouldn’t be here right now with a chance to really help people and put more good karma than bad into the world.
I also wouldn’t have spent a restless night trying and failing to sleep, not because of the risk of cat butts, but because I couldn’t stop thinking about what freaking shade of blue Kirian’s eyes are. Or about how his muscles have more muscles and how his bottom is perfectly rounded and fully symmetrical. Symmetry is important in the world of beauty, and his bottom is wonderfully beautiful.
I mean, I’m just saying and putting a fact out there. It’s not personal. I didn’t like, get freaky thinking about his bottom, his muscles, his gorgeous symmetrical face, and the blue of his eyes, which I haven’t properly defined yet.
I didn’t do any weird spanking or twisting or flicking. My fingers stayed muted all night. And no, I have no adult toys because those break my rules about being vanilla. Touching myself also violates the rules about being vanilla, but touching myself is safer and preferable to having sex with an actual person, so I do sometimes end up giving in. Not that I gave in or will ever give in and think about Kirian. I did say he was fantasy material, but he won’t be mine.
Just as how he’s not my soulmate.
Fucklesprinkles.
Mr. Not My Soulmate Fantasy Material is standing beside the reception desk wearing what has to be an ungodly costly suit. It’s gray and sleek, and it happens to fit him perfectly. He’s wearing a black dress shirt below, and the first two buttons are undone at the top, exposing a gap of bronzed skin that I’d like to plunder with my tongue and—
Nopers. No tonguing the guy who is not my soulmate because he’s not my soulmate, and this curse thing can’t be real.
I’m here to do a job because I promised I would, not to think about stripping off his clothes, getting on my knees, and licking him from his feet all the way up to his perfect bottom so I can get a close-up view and determine whether or not it’s absolutely symmetrical. For scientific purposes, of course.
Kirian’s smile isn’t even at all hesitant when he sees me. In fact, there’s a tremendous amount of relief in it too. His eyes flash and turn even bluer, and I have to look away. I’m sure it’s just a trick of the crazy powerful lighting glinting off the way too shiny floor in here. There’s a girl sitting behind the reception desk. Well, a lady, but she looks young, and she’s literally wearing aviator-style sunglasses. No doubt because I bet there’s a high chance she’d go blind in here without them.
I smile at her and incline my head in a sort of nice to be here nod. I purposefully don’t look at Kirian. He leads me over to an elevator, but thankfully, there are other people in it when it opens. I stand to one side, and he takes the other side. We go up together and get off on the fifth floor. When we walk out, I notice a few other people remaining behind to go to higher floors. I don’t know if Kirian owns this whole building or just part of it.
I never looked up his net worth. I didn’t think it was right because I didn’t do it before I met him, and after I did, it just felt wrong. I did look up his granny’s, though, and whoa boy. She’s rich enough to own like five hundred of these buildings. Or more. So I bet he owns the whole thing.