Dex: Are you busy today?

Cayla: Nope.

Dex pressed talk on his phone. He could only text for so long.

“What’s the issue?” he questioned when she answered.

“Nothing. I just don’t want to go out to eat with you.”

Yup, he was dealing with the other Cayla. Dex rubbed his hair in frustration.

“What happened between last night and this morning?”

“Nothing.” She was still stonewalling.

“So, what’s up with the fucked-up attitude?”

“My attitude is not fucked up. It’s just I’m not a plaything or a sex toy.”

Dex took a few deep breaths. He didn’t want to completely blow up because he liked her despite her jacked up disposition.

“I gave you orgasms last night. Wouldn’t that make me the sex toy?”

“You know what I mean, Dex. It’s all about sex with you. You don’t try to get to know me.”

“Didn’t I just invite you out to eat?” Dex laid on his bed. She made him tired sometimes.

“At your restaurant, and we both know I’ve been in your office before.”

His body responded to the memory. His headache increased.

“What do you want, Cayla?”

She paused so long, Dex thought she wasn’t going to answer.

“I’m just saying Nick took the time to get to know Kalilah.”

Dex felt laughter bubble up in his throat; it escaped before he could stop it.

“What’s so funny?” Cayla hissed, clearly not amused.

Dex sobered. He would have measured his words otherwise, but his bullshit tolerance was gone.

“First, I’m not Nick. Don’t ever expect me to do anything Nick did or will do. Second, they spent a lot of time holed up in Kalilah’s house making out like teenagers because he was a virgin.”

“But…”

Dex shook his head to himself before he cut her off.

“I’m doing the talking right now. If you think I’m going to come over in pajamas and cuddle the whole day, you are sorely mistaken. I don’t do Lazy Friday; it would be more like Fuck Me Friday. If you want me to come over there, strip you bare, and fuck that pretty, little pussy of yours until you cum so hard you’ll still feel the aftershocks next week, then invite me over. Otherwise, find something else you want us to do.”

Dex hung up and dropped the phone next to him on the bed. One day, he’d work on his phone manners, but he didn’t care at the moment. He was aggravated and horny. How does buying her flowers, giving her two orgasms without taking any for himself, and inviting her out to eat make him a bad guy?

He looked down at his body. Hard again. He swore under his breath. How could she be so frustrating and arousing at the same time? Honestly, he did want the other stuff. Dex had no issues with cuddling and all the other types of non-sexual intimacy. He wasn’t the kind who wanted to fuck and leave, but Cayla treated him like he was that guy. Dex also knew that Cayla was just searching for ways to avoid acknowledging that there was great potential for something more.

Dex pulled his pillow over his head and yelled as loud as he could. He refused to take another shower or indulge in another jerk off. He’d cleared his day for her, but he was serious when he said he wasn’t going to her house. He’d have to fill his day with a different, less sexual activity. He looked around Kalilah’s old room. He wasn’t sure how long he would live in Houston and didn’t want to buy property unnecessarily. He had the money; that wasn’t an issue. He just didn’t want to be tied to something material until he was positive about settling down.

He’d offered to rent Kalilah’s townhome since she lived in the house Nick had built. It was a perfect solution. But now, with his hormones out of whack, lying in his bed looking around at the girly décor was pissing him off. He need to put his stamp on it. He picked up his phone and unlocked it.

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