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Chapter thirty

Maddox

A fter Colt, the absolute love of my life, sex god, daddy dom, left my house, I found myself bored and missing him. I did the only thing an out-of-control stalker would do: I gamed without him and sent him some codes. When he gets home and checks his messages, he’ll end up spending the rest of the night with me. I check the time on the screen—it’s been an hour since he left. But maybe he took a shower and had some dinner or a snack. I reassure myself.

I’m just about to log off fifteen minutes later when I see the notification: Level-Up-Dom is online and asking me if I want to invite him to join a game. I perk up, waiting for more notifications to go off.

Level-Up-Dom

Hey, dollface. I’m ready to meet you. Give me a time and a place. I know you wanted me to choose, but I want you to pick your favorite place. I don’t get out much.

This is not the message I was expecting. My pulse races, and my heartbeat pounds in my ear as the utter fear creeps in. I click out of the chat, not caring that I left it on read, and not bothering to go back and mark it unread either. Instead, I lock my computer and power the screen off. I need comfort games and time to process. My handheld system sits on the shelf, taunting me. I could go for a low-stakes role-playing game. On my way upstairs, I snag it, flipping off lights as I go.

What if he finds out the truth and wants nothing to do with me? My heart is slowly shattering as my anxiety plays out a million scenarios where Colt rejects me while I trudge up the stairs, hopelessly distraught over a situation I created. The reality check hits me hard right in the gut—I should’ve just been patient, but no, my friends convinced me to go speed dating and have fun.

My shoulders heave forward as I sigh. I had fun, but it was too much fun.

What have I done?