Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“You’re a fucking goner, dude. Can’t even turn your mic on. Mom must 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 vibrates through my ears, causing me to drop the controller to the ground. I can hear the damn thing rattle around in the background, vibrating against the wood floor. Where that shit would piss me of in a normal circumstance, abandoning the game and ignoring the noise, it doesn’t 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 the nightmare tries to cloud what I’m feeling by her voice alone. I’m stunned fucking speechless, and no words are coming out.
“Great, I take a chance and actually respond, and this ShadowSeeker guy 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, set it on the ottoman, then 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 makes my mouth water.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” I’m hoping she’ll take the bait while my program opens and I type in what I need. A damn hard concept when we’re being attacked, but this time, it’s me not being proactive.
“You go first.” I type in her username within the game we’re on and am able to look at her profile to figure out 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 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, since 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 me dude.”
“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.
“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.” Then she’s gone. Her username goes to dark, and I’m left looking forward to a better day than I thought possible.
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JUDE
“Come on, Ronnie.” I’m sitting on the couch, my foot bouncing up and down, tapping, and it’s not to the beat of any music. A new nervous tick I’ve seemed to pick up, one I didn’t fucking need. I’ve already had my allotted number of smokes I give myself for the day, ate more candy than normal, and had a session with my tattoo artist, and it hasn’t done dick. All of this to keep myself busy until Ronnie’s username appears on the screen.
It's been eight minutes, four hundred and eighty seconds to be exact. I called her this morning while Ronnie was on her way to work. It was easier for her to discuss the time we’d be meeting for our game. I’ve got the controller in my hand, thumb moving the joystick around to keep me from doing something stupid like grab my keys and pull up the app on my phone, the same one I use for all of my friends. The same one I’m tempted to use on Ronnie. My hacker skills could have me in and out of her phone with her being none the wiser.