Page 7 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

I wanted to kiss Michelle tonight. I don’t know why those thoughts are running through my head, but I’m glad I didn’t act on it. The fallout from the family would be huge and it would create more problems that I don’t need. Am I that lonely that I would even consider kissing my step-cousin?

I shake my head in frustration, and my phone lights up on the dashboard. Instead of going straight home after dropping her off, I went for a drive down Michigan Avenue. I do this often to clear my head; plus, the city is beautiful at night.

It makes me miss Florida and being able to drive to the beach and stay there until sunrise anytime of the year. I check my phone in case Michelle needs me again, but to my surprise, it’s my anonymous follower that’s messaged me. Whatever, it can wait until I’m home.

After about an hour, I finally make it back to my apartment.

I could have hit up some of my friends to go out for a drink, but thought it was wise to just go home instead.

Michelle and I had a few drinks already this afternoon while we talked, so I don’t need any more alcohol tonight.

I’ll just go to the gym again tomorrow to blow off some more steam.

I still feel angry. Angry at the fact that Corey had the balls to show up today. Angry at my aunt for hurting Michelle. And angry that I felt the need to hold her, touch her, and kiss her. I touched her and held her in my arms today, and it felt… right.

Like she belonged with me.

Fuck. I know I should forget about her and find someone else to talk to.

Then I remember that my new follower had messaged me, and I wonder what she thought of the video I sent her, my cock gets hard just thinking about it.

I’ve never sent a fan a video I’ve never posted before, but something about her made me feel bold enough to do it.

I don’t even know what this girl looks like, or if it’s even a girl to begin with, but then again, she hasn’t seen my face either. That’s what makes it so exciting.

Her message is short, but it makes me want to reach out anyway. Maybe she’s just shy. That’s ok though, I am too. That’s why I make masked content. I see that she’s online now so I send her a message:

G: You up for meeting sometime? Where in Chicago are you?

Anonymous: Possibly… I’m from the Northside. You?

G: Lincoln park. Not far. We could meet at a bar tomorrow night. Gaslight, up by you? It’s a cool place.

Anonymous: I’ll let you know. Do you do this often?

G: What?

Anonymous: Meet with your fans…

G: No. Never done it before. You?

Anonymous: Never. Not sure if I can make it tomorrow, but I’ll let you know.

G: Cool. I’ll be there after 8 if you’re interested in meeting. No pressure. Goodnight.

Anonymous: What do I call you?

G: I’m Ghost, but you can call me Sean. You?

Anonymous: I go by Evie. Goodnight, Sean

I really hope she can meet up tomorrow. I’d like to see what she looks like.

This is the only way I can think of to get over how I was feeling about Michelle earlier.

I should’ve drowned myself in pussy to get over Anna.

It’s been three months since we broke things off, and instead of enjoying the single life, I’ve just been jerking off for the cameras.

Work and making videos have consumed my life lately. Well, that and going out drinking with friends these last handful of weeks.

Whatever. It’s time to take a risk and possibly meet this girl tomorrow, or another day. I’m 23 and have my whole life ahead of me, but I keep thinking about Michelle. How she was upset earlier, and how I made her forget about her shitty ex.

I should text her to make sure she didn’t get in trouble, but it’s late.

I’m sure my aunt gave her an earful when she got home.

Fuck. I should have brought her back sooner.

She’s a grown woman, but that part of the family is too overbearing.

I can’t imagine my parents being that way.

Shit, my dad only reaches out when he wants me to be somewhere, and my mom has always wanted me to have my freedom and raised me to be responsible.

I plan on going to the gym tomorrow morning, so I hop in the shower again to rinse off. Before getting into bed, I text Brad and let him know I’ll be at Gaslight tomorrow night and to meet me. Even if Evie doesn’t show, I’ll at least have someone else there to hang out with.

Sleep comes quickly, but the last thing on my mind is my sweet step-cousin.

Waking up this morning was harder than it should have been. I dreamed of Michelle, or a girl that looked just like her. I held her in my arms and stroked her long hair as we laid in bed, tangled in the sheets.

My dick is rock hard this morning. No surprise since I spent the whole night thinking and dreaming of a woman.

I throw the covers off of me and wrestle with the thought of jerking myself off while I think of my step-cousin.

Fuck it. It’s not like anyone is going to know what goes through my head, and I need to take care of this before I go to the gym.

I close my eyes and imagine I’m feeling the weight of her sitting on my hips, slowly grinding against me as I fist my throbbing cock. In my mind, she’s kissing my neck and moving her way down to my chest, flicking her tongue over my nipples all while rubbing her pussy on me.

Fuck, this is so wrong, but I don’t care.

It’s just a fantasy , I keep thinking to myself as I stroke myself harder and faster.

After a full night of sex dreams, it doesn’t take long for me to come, spilling all over my stomach and making a mess of myself.

Great. Now I need another shower before I head out.

I don’t know if I should feel satisfied or disgusted with myself. But I decide to hop in the shower and blow off some steam at the gym. That always helps clear my head.

Before I leave, I check my messages and see that Evie hasn’t been online since last night.

I wonder if she will show up tonight. A part of me hopes she will, and another almost hopes she doesn’t.

After thinking about it for a bit, I tell myself I won’t reach out to another subscriber, even if they don’t live in the area.

Nothing good can come from it, but I’ll still take this chance if it presents itself. I send her a message:

G: Hey. Hope to see you later. Have a nice day

I spend most of the morning chatting with some friends at the gym, getting a good workout in, and doing some cardio before heading back to clean up my apartment.

I always clean, shop, and meal prep on Sundays for the week because of my long work hours.

It helps make my days easier, especially when I get home dead tired.

By 7:30, I’m ready to head out to Gaslight and double check my messages. Nothing from Evie. Great. Now she’s just going to ghost me. I shake my head and call Brad, but he doesn’t answer, so I text him instead:

S: Hey man, I’m headed to the bar. You there?

B: Yeahhh! Come thru man! Got a cutie here waiting to meet you!

Brad and I have been friends for a couple of years; well, he’s more of my drinking buddy and he’s always down for a good time. We’ve reconnected recently and hung out more after breaking things off with Anna since I have more free time on my hands.

Well, even if Evie doesn’t show, I’ll make it a good night, regardless. I just hope he’s not shitfaced by the time I get there.

The drive was short, but of course, parking was a pain in the ass to find.

There was a spot a couple of blocks over, so I parked and I made my way to the bar.

I immediately spot Brad, and on his arm is a pretty blonde that I assume is the girl he told me about.

I check my phone again and see a message from Evie:

E: Hey. Sorry I can’t make it tonight. Maybe next week?

I don’t respond. There’s no need. There won’t be a next time. I’ve already told myself that meeting someone from that site would be a mistake, so I’ll keep my word to myself. I block her on the site so I won’t have the temptation to talk to her again, and I focus on who’s in front of me now.

Brad and I grab drinks, and he introduces me to the pretty blonde, Amelia.

She’s cute, tall, and tatted up—just my type.

As the drinks flow, I loosen up and the place seems to get even more packed.

I can barely hear what Amelia and Brad are saying over the music and people talking, but I don’t care.

The liquor is helping me forget about Evie, about Anna, and about being alone. After a while, I keep getting a feeling that someone I know is there or watching me. I look over my shoulder a few times, thinking I might find someone I recognize, but they’re all strangers.

The rest of the night is a blur, but what sticks with me is that eerie feeling that I’m being watched.