Page 62 of The Crowned Garza

Color me surprised when a reply pings back from him. In under a minute.

Fraud:No boy toys to play with?

Me:Not currently. But thanks for the idea. Time to go out and find a new one. I know just what to wear to ensnare.

Fraud:Let me see.

Me:See what?

Fraud:What you will wear.

Me:No. That’s for him to see. The rules are different for you.

Fraud:Yeah? What would you wear for me?

Oh, so he wants to play, huh?

I jump up and dart to my dresser, opening the drawer where I keep my pussy-pleaser, Bowie. The bow tie I stole from Saint’s closet and have been using to get myself off since then. Bowie has beenrealgood to me, gave me some amazing orgasms.

I drop my towel and put Bowie around my neck. Once it’s on just right, I take a selfie and crop it down, including just the lower half of my face down to my brown areolas. A tiny peek.

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Fraud:You have the next two days off, right?

Me:You apparently seem to know my schedule better than I do.

Fraud:Pack an overnight bag. I’m coming to get you. Wear that red dress with the slit that you bought last week.

Me:Sorry. I’m already making plans to meet a new ‘boy toy.’

Fraud:You either pack a bag or someone dies tonight. Your choice.

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Me:Rain check on besties date night? X is in rare form and ordered me to pack an overnight bag.

Sunny:Oh dear…

Sunny:Bring condoms. And pepper spray. And your favorite blankie.

Me:LMAO. My favorite blankie?

Sunny:Hell, I don’t know. I understand NOTHING about what you tell me about that man. He sounds like multiple different people all in one, so I don’t know, just bring stuff. All the stuff. Like you would if you were going to challenge a vampire. Good luck and stay safe, hear?

~

Saint never gets out of the car to open the passenger door for me.

Tonight, he does.

Tonight, he’s different. In every way.

Dressed in an impeccable close-fitted black suit with a black shirt and a blood-red tie, “Guy” is nowhere to be seen. His thick, lush, inky-black hair is slicked straight back, compared to its usual state of being styled in neat waves. His facial features seem harder somehow, sharper, more pronounced. Is he clenching his jaw or something?

He’s always felt dangerous and suspicious to me—that’s what drew me to him in the first place. But tonight, that aura is tenfold. The vibrations emanating from him feel…sinister.

It’s not until he moves in and snags my bag from my hand that I realize I’ve just been standing here staring at him like I’ve never seen him before.