Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“Fuck!” I cry, seeing the screen switch to Sir Jeremy’s profile with the words You are now friends at the top of the page. And as I hear Vi asking what my deal is, my eyes turn to her but catch on the banner at the top of my phone screen, which dropped down to tell me that I have a message on Kik from Gym Daddy.
My heart feels like the cars on Fast and the Furious when they flip the NOS switch on. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
First, a minor stroke from Sir Jeremy’s friend request.
Then the roller coaster of emotions from Vi’s and my conversation about how that request came to be.
Then the bejeezus is scared out of me from my ringer being entirely too loud in my silent house.
Followed by whatever the panicked feeling is I’m experiencing from accidentally accepting said friend request when I just decided to hold off.
And now a cardiac episode from finally hearing from my gym crush for the first time since this morning, when it’s almost midnight.
“What’s that face?” Vi asks, her voice sounding echoey in my head as if from a distance.
But above all the crazy emotions swirling around inside me at the moment, I can’t ignore the overwhelming need to give Gym Daddy my full attention. I’ve done my best not to let the voices in my head convince me I hadn’t heard from him in eleven hours—and never would again—because I’d freaked him out with my last text. Now is my chance to put the bottled-up anxiety at ease over the matter.
“Uh… sorry! Just saw one of my favorite TikTokkers is Live. I’ll call you back!” I hang up, close Facetime, and open Kik at the speed of light, my heart still racing as I glance over my last messages to him.
WillDive4Plants:
Well, I did not finish before my deadline. But! I uploaded a placeholder I can replace the second my book goes live on release day. So at least I won't lose all my pre-orders.
Also, bright idea writing a freaking CNC scene in public. Now I have to wait for these other chicks to leave so they don’t see the puddle I’m no doubt leaving in this damn chair 😂
RomanticSadistLL:
Very proud of you for coming up with a temporary solution to give yourself more time to finish, little one. Been a crazy day at work and still not off, but had to pop on to see if you made it.
Lucky chair.
The last message startles a laugh out of me after I’d been so worried all day I grossed him out. And with it, a tension I didn’t realize was holding my muscles rigid leaves my body so abruptly I’m like a balloon deflating, feeling exhausted but relaxed.
Before the voices can start in on me, overthinking what I should say in response, I allow myself to enjoy this relief, sending off a quick message before finally hauling my ass off to bed.
Completely forgetting about my new Club Alias Members Portal friend.
Chapter Two
FELIX
WillDive4Plants:
I would just like it known that I changed out of my pajamas and into workout clothes today 💁♀️ Kinda a big deal for me.
🙃 Doesn't mean I'm gonna work out. But hey. I changed out of my pajamas.
Baby steps 😂
The messages come in one behind the other, and I smile, sending her a reply from the gym’s parking lot.
RomanticSadistLL:
I've been sitting in my truck emailing stuff. Going in now.
It’s an exhilaration I haven’t felt in a long time, knowing I’ll be in the same building as the woman I can’t stop thinking about. I have yet to catch sight of her in person, but just the fact that we’re so close has excitement making my blood run hot.
If she were mine, I’d be going on and on about how proud I am of her for getting dressed today. As an ER doctor, I see more than my fair share of people with depression, mainly those who fell too deeply into that dark place in their mind and came to the tragic decision to try to reach that final bright light.
To know I’m partly the reason this special woman felt good enough today, had more energy than she’s had in quite some time, to not just haul herself out of bed and to her favorite chair in the women’s locker room at our gym to work on her book she’s writing, but to take the time to change clothes makes me feel… powerful. Powerful like I’ve never felt before.
I feel powerful often.
Being the head doc of a hospital’s emergency room, saving lives.
Being a respected Dominant at an exclusive and elite BDSM club.
How far I’ve come through hard work and using my intelligence alone, knowing how close to the bottom I was when I started this life I was given.