Mister Moneybags(31)

“I think the fact that your face is flushed right now proves that the thought of me f*cking another woman does upset you, regardless of whether you admit it or not.” He reached over and placed his hand on my knee. The firm touch made the muscles between my legs pulsate. “I won’t be going to see Caroline tonight, Bianca. I’ll be going home to my house and curling up under my sheets with a four-legged beast who seems to think my bed is his. I will be praying to God that you find it in your heart to forgive me. And I’ll wake up tomorrow morning, seizing the new day and trying like hell to get you to give me a second chance.”

When we arrived at my place, Dex came around to let me out. He softly caressed my cheek as I just stood there. I closed my eyes and tried to let it all sink in.

Damn you, Dex. I just don’t know if I can ever fully trust you.

Even though I wanted to say so much, the night had depleted my energy. I simply said, “Give me some time.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

As I headed toward my door, a thought occurred to me, prompting me to turn around.

“Do you even really whittle?”

He looked down briefly at his feet then up at me. “I tried. Those cuts were real.”

I shook my head.





Two hours later, my phone signaled that I’d received a new message. This night had been so eventful, I’d almost forgotten how early it still was. The clock showed 11PM on the dot.



Dex: I know our meetings are supposed to be over, but I need to make sure you’re okay.



After a few minutes of debating whether I should respond, I moved over to my laptop and typed.



Bianca: I’m fine.



Dex: You aren’t. But I don’t expect you to be. I’m just relieved you’re even answering me.



Bianca: Did you call Caroline? Her text said if you didn’t call her, she was coming over there.



Dex: I didn’t call her, but she did stop by.



I angrily clicked on the keys.



Bianca: Did you give her your “beautiful cock”?



Dex: No. I told her I couldn’t see her anymore.



Bianca: You shouldn’t have gotten rid of your backup plan.



Dex: She was never a long-term plan. I don’t have feelings for her like I do for you.



Bianca: How did she take it?



Dex: She was pissed. But I can’t focus on that right now. My priority is you.



Bianca: I bet she’s beautiful.



Dex: I’m more attracted to you…in every way.



Bianca: That’s unfortunate.



Dex: Because I won’t get to have you?



Bianca: I can’t answer that.



Dex: Then, I’ll spend my nights imagining it, like I have every single evening since we met. I get more excited just thinking about you than actually being with anyone else. Care to see?



A few seconds later, Dex sent a photo. It displayed the massive bulge in his gray boxers. The muscles between my legs began to contract. He looked like he was hiding a goddamn snake in there. My jaw dropped. I didn’t even know what to say.



Dex: This is what you do to me, Bianca. I’m so hard that it’s painful.



Bianca: Next time you send me a pseudo dick pic, you may want to make sure Bandit’s paw isn’t in the shot. Kind of ruins the effect.



Dex: You should go to sleep. You need to rest up for tomorrow.



Bianca: What’s tomorrow?



Dex: You’re meeting me at my office. I’ve hired a photographer to take as many photos as your heart desires for the feature. What I originally promised. I’m coming out.





Josephine buzzed into my office. “Mr. Aster has arrived.”

Looking at my watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, I blew out a frustrated breath. Hoping to get a few minutes alone with her, I’d told Bianca that the shoot was scheduled for 9:30, even though Josephine had scheduled the photographer to arrive at 10AM. Mr. Aster was fifteen minutes early, and Ms. George was fifteen minutes late. I was beginning to lose hope that Bianca was even going to show at all.

“Tell him I’ll be with him in a few minutes, Josephine.”

“Yes, Mr. Truitt.”

I twiddled my thumbs at my desk for another ten minutes and then gave in and shot off a text to Bianca. “Since it appears you’re not coming, is there any specific pose you’d like for the article?”

After another five minutes and no response, I begrudgingly went to meet Mr. Aster. He was flanked with a woman at each side.

“Mr. Truitt. Joel Aster. It’s an honor to meet you. I was so excited when I received the phone call from your office yesterday.”

I shook his hand. “Something’s come up, and I’m going to need to get this wrapped up quickly. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not. I know you’re a busy man.” He looked to the woman to his left and nodded. “Cheri can get you camera-ready with a little makeup while Breena sets up the lighting.”

After showing them into my office, all three of them sprang into action. Joel and Breena started to rearrange office furniture and set up lights, while Cheri tucked a white paper bib into my collar. “I’m just going to put some moisturizer on you and then some matte foundation,” she said. “You really don’t need any work at all. Your bone structure is amazing, and the camera is going to love it.”