Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“The money’s good,” she sings. “And I like feeling rich, instead of dirt poor.” Then she pauses and thinks for a moment before cocking her head at me. “But didn’t you say that Chris and Brett claimed you were “the one who got away,” and that they regret giving you up? That they turned all other girls away after you? We can verify that, you know.”
I look at my buddy askance.
“How? I think it’s just a figure of speech, Jen.”
But my friend’s now busy typing on her phone.
“Well, I still have an active account on Sweet Lies, and what did you say Chris’s username was?”
I think for a moment.
“Mountain_Daddy,” I say. “Two words, with an underline between Mountain and Daddy.”
Jenna types furiously and then her eyes seize on something. She scrolls down for a moment and then nods with satisfaction.
“Misty, you’re going to be really happy when I tell you this because not only does the site say that Mountain_Daddy’s profile is inactive, but that it’s been inactive for two years. Chris and Brett haven’t sourced girls from Sweet Lies for two years. I think they’re telling you the truth.”
My heart races as my mouth drops.
“Are you serious?” I mumble. “Let me see.” Jenna does a screen share, and sure enough, Chris’s profile photo is the same from years ago, showing off his bronzed torso and sculpted pecs. Even crazier, there’s a gray circle next to his username, which reads, “Inactive for 24 months.”
I swallow hard as my pulse thrums. Could Jenna be right? Have Chris and Brett been celibate for two years because they couldn’t bear to touch another woman after our weekend together? Is that even possible for two dominant, virile alpha males?
“It can’t be,” I murmur, turning my head as I stare blankly at the ground. “No way.”
“Yes way,” Jenna says. “I think these men are telling the truth, Misty. I realize it’s crazy to think they’ve been celibate, but it’s possible. Hell, a lot of people are ‘dating themselves’ or ‘self-partnered’ these days, which means they’re not having sex with other people. Masturbation? Yes. But no fluid exchange with another human being.”
I shake my head because there’s no need to be technical about the details. Besides, maybe Cross and Barrett on other sites. Maybe they source girls from all over the world, using a multitude of platforms. Hell, maybe they travel to Thailand or Vietnam to engage in “sex vacations” like you see on TV. I don’t know. But I can feel my heart softening because maybe, just maybe, these men adore me ... and we have a future together.
15
Barrett
The doorbell rings, and I look over at my friend.
“Ready?”
To be honest, Cross looks a little nervous, which is unusual for the CEO. Then again, this is an unusual situation for both of us because our lives took an unexpected turn after meeting Misty two years ago. After all, my friend wasn’t lying when he told her that she was “the one that got away.” She was a breath of fresh air that made us see just how fucked-up we’d become. I was repulsed by myself, to be honest, and immediately took myself to the doctor to be tested for STDs because I realized I was probably a walking bag of germs.
Fortunately, the tests came back negative, but I didn’t want to pick up where I left off. Instead, Cross and I changed our lifestyles. We didn’t do some male version of Eat, Pray, Love, nor did we become ascetics chanting on a Himalayan clifftop. But we did swear off women for a bit, just to get clean. It was like going cold turkey for a drug user. Tough at first, but worth it in the end.
To be honest, I’m not sure how I’ve lasted as long as I have because I’ve been addicted to pussy since I was fourteen. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve cheated on multiple women over the years too, breaking hearts and leaving women sobbing in puddles on the floor. It stopped for a while after I met the mother of my sons, but sure enough, my pussy addiction came roaring to the fore after a couple years of good behavior. The old Barrett was back, and after my wife found out, we divorced. It was the right thing to happen, for both Carla and for me. She had enough self-respect to demand a divorce, and I had enough respect for her to make it worth her while. Let’s just say that Carla walked away a very wealthy woman, and is now dating some dude ten years her junior who makes her happy. Good for her.
But after I was legally single once again, I jumped into the dating pool with both feet. Actually, “dating” is a euphemism for how I acted, which is fucking women left and right with little care for their health, emotions, or sanity. Hell, I didn’t even know their names sometimes. I was ordering them off various websites like a man ordering take-out online. God bless the internet.