Chapter 65
Roni
Getting out of the shower after a wild live show with Simon and the rest of my fans, I feel magnificent. The power I harness over those simple men is invigorates me.
My phone buzzes on the vanity while I’m drying my hair. It’s Phoenix.
Phoenix: Hey Little Temptress. I wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving so early.
It’s so sweet to think he needs to apologize for being gone before I woke up. Like one morning with him away has done me harm.
Roni: No worries, babe. Are you okay
I try to sound casual, but it’s never been my forte.
Phoenix: I’m getting there.
Phoenix:
His response comes through quickly, along with another emoji.
Phoenix: I wanted to take advantage of you last night. But you just looked so beautiful sleeping. So peaceful.
Roni: That didn’t seem to stop you last time. You had thoughts. You did it.
Phoenix: I’m a filthy, filthy man, Little Temptress.
And I’m not ready for the next message that comes through. We often send emojis and flirty texts. But when I look down and see a picture of him holding his cock, and “LITTLE TEMPTRESS” tattooed around the head that sticks out from his fist, I freeze, floored.
Roni: What am I looking at?
I can’t help but laugh imagining how he’s going to take my response.
Phoenix: How mean.
Roni: No, really. What the fuck am I looking at? I’ve never seen this dick in my life.
Phoenix: You wound me, Little Temptress.
Phoenix: And yes, you have. This is your cock. The one you’ve been craving for as long as you’ve known me.
I’m probably a terrible wife for pushing this little rouse of mine, but jokingly fucking with my husband’s pride will never not be hilarious.
Roni: Okay, but what’s wrong with the fucking tip of it?
Phoenix: It says ‘LITTLE TREMPTRESS’
No shit, jackass. I swear men can speak in sarcasm and but can’t detect it for shit.
Roni: I know. I’m just fucking with you.
Phoenix: Oh, you’re the literal worst.
Roni: Hey! Now who’s wounding?
Phoenix: Okay, so you’re actually the best. But still, how dare you?
Roni: So when did we get this little piece of… art?
I cackle at myself, because I’m fucking funny and nobody can tell me otherwise.
Phoenix: ART
Phoenix: Day after you and I last fucked. It’s pretty well healed. I imagine it’ll sting a little when I take your ass later, but I could not care less.
He’s going to fuck my—my pussy throbs as I read his text.
Roni: Yes. Fucking. Please.
Roni: But first, a better question. Why?
Phoenix: You’ve never been the man fucking you in the ass, but I assure you, it’s fucking heaven, and I just might die tonight.
He’s so fucking stupid. Sweet. Hot. But fucking stupid.
Roni: No, dumbass. WHY did you tattoo your—scratch that. Why did you tattoo MY cock?
His response is swift and so matter of fact.
Phoenix: Because you’re fucking mine. And I’m fucking yours. And if this doesn’t prove it, I don’t know what will.
Roni: So I was just about to finish drying my hair and you decided to send me a dick pic. You do know how many of those I get a day, right?
Phoenix:
Roni: This life—the way things are between us—isn’t the dream I want.
Phoenix: I’m glad you mentioned that…
Roni:
Phoenix: I want you to get dressed up when you’re done picking on my sturdy soldier.
Roni: Never call it that again.
Phoenix:
Roni: I just showered.
Phoenix: IDGAF, Little Temptress.
This man is about three seconds from me walking my naked ass into the security office and putting on a show for Vic and his team, just to teach him a lesson.
Phoenix: Put on your favorite dress. Get yourself situated. Get your hair set, makeup on, whatever you want, however you see yourself at your most fabulous.
Roni: Okay…
Phoenix: I’m going to have someone drive you to me. And when you get there, we’re going to have ourselves a little fun.
Roni: What do you mean, fun?
Phoenix: Just make sure your dress is easy to get into.