Chapter 6
Cat's POV
My robe had fallen open. One breast exposed, my nipple pebbled tight. I could feel the wetness between my legs again; fresh heat already pooling with my clit pulsing like it had come in contact with the video.
I should delete it. Block him. Call mom. Scream. Cry.
Anything.
Just do something!
Instead, my hand slid down. Fingers finding their way to my clit; slippery, and started rubbing in the same slow circles he'd used on himself.
I replayed the video and watched his hands move, matching my rhythm to his.
I whimpered when he groaned my nickname.
"Kitten…"
My hips rocked hard against my palm. Two fingers slipped in, easy; way too easily and curled. The heel of my hand grinding hard against my clit.
I came fast. Too fast with a sharp, guilty burst that left me shaking, I bit the pillow to muffle the cry.
When the aftershocks faded, I just lay there, my robe already tangled with my phone still glowing with his message.
Three days until Marcus arrives.
One dinner with Mom…and him.
And now I had his cum on video.
And he had mine.
I didn't delete the chat instead, I saved the video.
I typed, erased then typed again thinking of what to actually say. The cycle dragged on for a while before I gave up.
Three dots suddenly appeared.
He was typing.
My chest tightened as the dots moved. Fear crept in slowly but yet, my anticipation refused to leave.
My fingers hovered uselessly on the screen, my patience already thinning out.
Suddenly, the message came in.
"You done squirting kitten? See you at dinner. Wear something short. I want to see how wet you still are when you sit across from me."
My pussy clenched so hard I gasped.
I wanted to type, to explain that it was a mistake but out of sheer panic and frustration, I flung my phone to the side of my bed not caring if it would break.
I slid my finger into my hair, scattering it as if it could reverse time in any way.
I had made a mistake and tonight was going to ruin me.
And I had begun to count the hours.
The bright white light of the office buzzed like a dying insect, giving me a headache before noon.
I had dragged myself to the office exactly at 7:00am; two hours early. And no, I wasn't eager to come to work like the diligent sweet worker that I am.
It's just so I wouldn't have to lie in bed and replay Sebastian's video over and over again with my hands stuck to my clit like a dj turntable.
I thought coming to work early would've been my escape, but I was so wrong…
I would've preferred being a dj for that moment cause as soon as I stepped into the office, Mrs White stormed in like she was personally insulted by the existence of customer service.
How did she even know the office was going to be opened by this time? She got no family?
She was in her mid forties, dressed in designer outfit I couldn't spend time thinking about the brand's name cause I was broke to afford it.
She slapped her defective blender onto the counter hard enough to make the plastic crack.
"This thing doesn't blend!" She shrieked. "I paid good money for premium and you're giving me chunks! Do you know who I am?"
Yeah yeah calm down Ms Merlin.
I forced the customer-service smile that never reached my eyes. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. Let me check the warranty–"
"I don't care about warranty! I want a new one. Now!"
I explained the exchange policy to her calmly; twice! While she talked over me, her voice climbing octaves. By the third loop, she was calling me incompetent, then stupid, then started threatening to post a viral video about our "useless staff."
My manager, Mr Davis, appeared like a storm cloud in a cheap tailored suit.
"Cat!" He barked loud enough for the whole floor to hear. "What is this nonsense? Handle it properly or I'd write you up!"
I swallowed the scream threatening to burst out of my throat. "Sir, I've explained–"
"Explain better!" He turned to Mrs White with the oily smile he had learned properly for crackheads.
"Madam, we'd sort this out immediately. Cat, go to the store and process a replacement. Now."
I walked away with heat burning behind my eyes. Not tears, anger.
"I better find a real dick soon or I might as well lose it." I sighed as I picked up another package.
…..
I slumped into the tiny break room chair at 3:30, my legs shaking. My phone buzzed.
Mom.
I answered on the third ring, voice flatter than Ihad meant.
"Kitten…" she chirped. "You coming tonight, I made your favourite; Alfredo pasta. Seb's grilling too."
I glanced at the wall clock. 3:45pm. The thought of sitting across him, of his eyes stripping me while mom passed the salad made my tummy lurch.
"I…I'm working overnight," I lied. "Big inventory count. Won't be free till morning."
The phone went silent, followed by the disappointed sigh she makes to make me feel like a bad daughter.
"Oh. Okay. Next time then. I miss you, you know."
"Miss you too, Mom." The words tasted like ash.
I hung up and flopped back against the chair, my head thudding against the wall.
Early shifts. Late excuses. Just anything to avoid him. Anything to pretend that last night hadn't happened.
My thumb found its way to the chat anyway.
His video was still there, I watched since this morning. I told myself I was just there to delete it; was finally being responsible.
Instead, I pressed play.
Don't judge me, y'all should know me by now.
The screen filled with him again: shirtless, hand wrapped around that thick, veined length; even longer than Marcus's.
My clit throbbed hard, hearing rushing between my legs again.
"Not today, missy," I muttered under my breath, clenching my thighs together. "Your life's already in trouble."
I locked the screen, dropping it onto the table like it burned.
The phone vibrated almost immediately. I tapped on the screen to see the message.
Sebastian again.
I opened the app. He was typing again.
My pulse kicked up.
"Hey kitten, your mom said you wouldn't be coming today. So bad."
My fingers shook as I typed back, forcing courage I couldn't feel.
"It was a mistake. The video. All of it. I don't want anything to do with you."
Sent.
