“Oh it’s nothing. Just tell Triple H that if he gets a bag of exploding dick confetti at work, that I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“Never mind. Let’s let it happen. Consider it future payback for the next time he fucks up. Anyway, have fun!”
I’m still laughing when she hangs up. Exploding dick confetti is probably the most tame on the list of things Ariana could have sent him. So I decide to take her advice and let it happen. Variety is the spice of life, right?
Our office could use a few surprises.
Milo is in the bedroom and has already changed out of his suit and into sweatpants. His chest is gloriously bare. I sigh. A tiny, shallow part of me is really excited that I get to see this naked chest on a regular basis. Who wouldn’t be?
But then I go a little higher and see that warm smile and those wicked eyes and that’s when it hits me how lucky I really am. Because I found love with a guy who underneath all the suave exterior is a total sweetheart.
My #boyfriendgoals wishes have come true.
“Ariana says hi,” I comment as I slip off my shoes and unzip my dress. He’s watching me from the bed and my blood warms under his eyes.
“I want you to move in with me,” he whispers.
My heart leaps and there’s a huge part of me that wants to scream yes, yes, yes. But I’m not going to abandon everything I’ve learned lately. This is meant to be, I can feel it, and so we don’t need to jump into anything. I have a feeling it’ll all happen when it’s meant to.
I climb on the bed and crawl over to his side. Soon I’m settled into my favorite position, resting on his chest with my ear right over his heart. The heart that I now know beats just for me.
“That might be moving a little fast. But I have to admit that I’m tempted. I do love this bed.”
Milo growls playfully and rolls us over until he’s on top. “Is that what you love? My bed?” His hips nudge mine playfully, teasing a moan from my lips.
“Mmm, hmm. But there is something else you can do to convince me.” I rub back, enjoying how his eyes narrow when he gets turned on.
“Oh really?”
“Yes. There is one wild, sexy, kinky thing that you can do for me.”
His tongue is practically hanging out by now.
“What else can I do?” he asks, gazing down at me with his heart in his eyes. He’s so sincere that I almost don’t want to fuck with him right now.
But this is Milo. And this is me. So…
I lean up and whisper in his ear, “You can… beg me.”
the absolution
I won.
Well, not the account. Mya’s campaign was chosen. Andre Lavin and the rest of the newly formed Lavin Bridal team were blown away by her concept of a dual vision campaign. From the moment I saw her vision boards, I knew she was going to win. Sometimes you have to know when you’ve been beaten. Actually, I’m insanely fucking proud of her.
And I got what I wanted in the end after all.
Mya.
It turns out that being vulnerable isn’t so painful when your heart is held by someone who cherishes it. After a few more months of dating and a lot of coaxing (and by coaxing I mean licking her pussy until she agreed), Mya moved into my apartment. She was worried about how Ariana was going to afford the rent but it turns out she’s not the only one with secrets. Ariana has a trust fund big enough for her to afford to live anywhere in the city she wants. She chooses to live modestly. And she’s really fucking happy that we won’t be sleeping over anymore so she can stop wearing headphones all the time.
Or at least that’s what she said. I’m not convinced that little perv was actually ever wearing the headphones.
There’s only one thing that’s bothering me lately. Not that it’s a huge deal but it’s still a deal, you know? Mya and I aren’t traditional people and we don’t care about society’s dictates for what’s proper or expected. We don’t need wedding bands to know how we feel about each other and a piece of paper won’t make me love her any more than I already do.
Because, hello, not possible. We’re already sky high, baby.