Page 36 of Secret Seduction
I make my way out of my bedroom, keeping the lights off while walking down the hallway, usually I’d find solace in my home office. Except tonight with shit going the way it is, there’s no amount of work that will distract me. Which means it’s time to sit my grumpy ass on the couch, find some candy to keep me occupied from jonsing for a smoke. I’m half tempted to grab my keys and head to the nearest gas station. The one thing holding myself back is having the forethought if I got behind the wheel of my 1968 Chevrolet Camaro Z28 edition, I’d no doubt wrap it around a tree with my heavy foot and heavier thoughts. Instead, I veer off to the kitchen going straight to my snack drawer to grab the plethora of candy I keep on hand.
The light above the stove illuminates what I’m after and I hit pay dirt when my eyes land on the small, round, tropical fruit-flavored candies with a hardshell. I snatch two packs and move into the living room. I flop down on the couch,tossing the candy and my phone next to remote already knowing I’m about to get online to playEchoes of Destruction.
I grab the remote, turn on the television before grabbing my control to turn on the game. While I wait for the game to load, my hand reaches for the candy, and I rip open the bag, bring it to my mouth, and toss a few in. The urge for nicotine subsides, allowing me to take a damn breath like a normal person.
Ronnie4uflashes on the screen, letting me know the dude I added a while back is on. They never talk, figuring it’s some kid that doesn’t want to get caught by their parents for being on late at night. I wait a beat to see what’ll happen, for all I knowRonnie4uis downloading a game. I continue eating the candy, keeping my mouth full at all times and that’s when I say fuck it, grabbing the headset off the ottoman in front of me, slide it on, and see if he or she will take the bait by adding them to a clan.
At least something is turning around tonight when they join in, my mind shuts down. No longer is the past of hell licking at my heels, that shit fades to the background, and while I’m no fool well aware the nightmares will more than likely meet me again in my sleep. The date on my phone chases me no matter what. Anytime I look, it’s like a god damn beacon at sea, calling you to the light, and reminding me what happened.
“Dude,” I say into the mic when I see movement behind Ronnie. My mind is on nothing but what’s right in front of me. Call me shallow, call me a loser, you can even call me boy trapped in a man’s body. Until you’ve walked a mile in my shoes, you can get fucked. “Dude, are you going to takecare of them?” I ask getting to the point, Ronnie is about to done for, like on the ground needing to be revived, and I’ve got fuck all to help since we haven’t secured dick in this map.
“You’re a fucking goner, dude. Can’t even turn your mic, mom most not have given you permission.” I’m talking mad shit and have since we’ve been playing the past few times.
“Um, hi. Not a dude, not a teenager either, I don’t make it a point to talk to strangers.” A woman’s voice echoes through my ears causing me to drop the controller to the ground, in the background I can hear the damn thing rattle around, vibrating against the wood floor. Where that shit would piss me of in a normal circumstance, abandoning the game and ignoring the noise, it’s not today. Ronnie’s raspy, sultry tone is rich, low-pitched with a smoky edge that curls around each syllable with every exhale. It’s edgy, lived-in, and damn if it isn’t intimate and inviting.
The bad shit disappears, nothing about earlier tries to cloud what I’m feeling by her voice alone. I’m stunned fucking speechless, and words aren’t coming out.
“Great, I take a chance and actually respond and thisShadowSeekerguy becomes mute.” My cock pulses with every word she says, whispering in my ears like she would in the quiet living room.
“Not a mute, Ronnie. What’s that short for?” My goal is to keep her on the phone while I do some deep fucking diving. I grab the remote, setting it on the ottoman, reach for my phone, and start digging for everything about the username.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,ShadowSeeker.” The r rolls off her tongue and my mouth waters.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” I’m hoping she’lltake the bait while my program opens, and I type in what I need. A damn hard concept when we’re being attacked, this time it’s me being not being proactive.
“You go first.” I type in her username, the game we’re on, and am able to look at her profile to figure a few other things to input before having to give up the deeds.
“Got no problem with that, the name’s Jude. Yours.”
“Veronica, but I go by Ronnie.” My app pulls up her profile as she says her name. I’m given every single detail of the woman who I once thought was some teenage boy. I couldn’t have been more wrong, she’s fucking beautiful, and my cock goes hard at the thought of being around her. “Well, Jude I hate to cut this short. You know seeing as how you basically gave me shit then turned quiet, but I’ve got to get some sleep before work.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her a million and one questions. The answers I’m after sadly aren’t on the internet, and I’m inclined to do just that, until she lets out a tired yawn.
“Nice to meet you, Ronnie. Sorry for being a dick, get some rest. I’ll be around later tonight if you’re on.” At least now that she’s done with the game I can quit trying to multi-task and go back to looking through every piece of information available about Veronica Ronnie Navarro.
“For sure. Same to you Jude, and don’t worry about it. We all have our bad days. At least you won’t keep calling meDude.”
“Appreciate it. Hey Ronnie,” I grab her attention being a dick when she’s clearly tired and needs to get some sleep. Fuck, I should try to do the same myself.
“Yeah, Jude.” I press the palm of my hand to my dick,pushing the damn thing down while looking at the pictures I have pulled up on my phone.
“Nice meeting you.”
“You too,” she’s gone, her username goes to dark, and I’m left having a better day than I thought possible.