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He snickers. “Define normal. Are you normal? Or would you prefer I were Grant right now, because he’s pretty fucking basic, isn’t he? Admit it, I am way more exciting.”

I can’t deny that.

“Let me see you,” he says softly. “I miss your pretty face and those soft legs.”

The ones I wrapped around him so tightly two years ago.

I guess there is no harm in showing him my face since he’s already seen it. He clearly already knows what I look like, so I turn the phone around, resting it on my thigh with the camera angling up at me. My cheeks burn, and he, of course, has his camera off.

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers, and my skin tingles. “And look how worked up you already are. Your cheeks only get pink when you get flustered. Turn the camera around. Let me see your legs now, baby.”

Baby… He never called me baby.

I grind my teeth. “I don’t think so, asshole, and I’m not fucking flustered. This is really messed up, and you don’t get to call me pet names.”

“Turn your phone around, Summer,” he says in that chilling robotic voice. “I want to see what you’re wearing. Trust me, you don’t want to piss me off.”

My mouth gapes as my stomach starts to roil and twirl, and the room spins around me.

“Now, pretty girl, before I cut that sagging tongue out. It’s not like you’re naked. I don’t think it’s a big ask.”

I snap my lips together and he laughs again, that robotic sound sending chills up my spine. As soon as my fingers twirl the camera, my dizziness subsides.

The words of a legend, and this is how he speaks to me.

Thank god I’m not naked.

I flip the camera around and lift it up, showing off my toned legs under my dress, which has now ridden further up my thighs. He’s quiet, terrifyingly quiet, and my heart races, unsure of what he’s doing beyond the camera’s lens.

His breath deepens. “Lift your skirt a little more.”

Enough. Enough games. Enough teasing.

“Listen… Who the fuck do you think you are? You disappear for years and expect me to do whatever you ask. I am not showing you anything else until you tell me who you are.”

I click off the camera. He no longer gets to see me. I should hang up, block him, and at the very least, report it to the school. I have more than enough incriminating evidence now to get him thrown in jail for years.

But I don’t. I can’t bring myself to do it just yet. The anticipation of what he is going to do next stirs something between my legs. I grab my scalp and pull my hair, trying to resist the immense pleasure building inside me.

I swallow, breathe, and wait for him to say something as my body vibrates.

“You have a stick up your ass, don’t you, baby?”

“What?” I breathe, releasing the tension on my scalp and my hands drift to my stomach.

“You’ve always been so stuck up, Summer.”

He knows every naked truth about me, and I know nothing about him.

“So what if I am?” I snipe, finally finding my voice with this creep. “I’m worth much more than being someone’s entertainment on call. You’re going to have to do better than this. You’re going to have to earn me.”

He takes off the app or whatever he’s using to distort his voice. His voice comes out deep and dark, and so familiar, it takes my breath away.

“I’m going to take that stick out of your ass and make you fuck yourself with it. And once you’re begging for my cock because your pussy has splinters, I’m going to fuck that filthy mouth of yours.”

My heart beats and heat sears straight to my pussy.

I sit upright and scramble my legs up, slamming my hand over my mouth. My stomach coils in on itself. No one, and I mean no one, has ever spoken to me like that. The phone falls to the floor with a thud. I want to flee, but I have nowhere to go. This is the safest place for me.