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“So.” She took a bite, licking her lips as she watched me from across the kitchen island. “Is this really what your followers like to see?” Her finger twirled in my direction as I kneaded the dough some more, careful to showcase my knuckles and bulging veins.

“Oh yeah. They love a good knead.” I picked the dough up and slammed it back down onto the kitchen island. I pressed my wrist down, pushing forward as I pulled the dough, staring right at her. She raised a brow, her eyes falling back to my hands as I rolled everything back together and slapped it one last time. “Nice and firm.”

Indi swallowed. “Let me try again.”

I stepped back, motioning for her to take a turn. “Be my guest.”

Indi finished her brownie, shoving the rest deep into her mouth. She then stepped in front of me, tossing her long hair over her shoulders as the smell of her shampoo hit me in the face. I inhaled it deeply, trying to keep my dick in place. It didn’thelp that she leaned slightly over, her tight dark green dress only highlighting her curves and perfect ass as she dug her fingers into the dough with a soft gasp and began to knead. “Like this?” she asked, moving like she had seen me.

“Almost.” I laughed. “Here.” I pressed against her back as she bumped into the counter. My arms wrapped around her body and I slid my fingers along hers, squeezing the dough. I could hear her breath shudder as our cheeks touched. “You need to make sure you fold it into itself, like this.” I moved her hands, showing her what to do. “There. Now, harder,” I whispered. Her lips parted gently as I noticed her head rise ever so lightly. “Harder,” I whispered again, watching her closely. She was enjoying this, and so was I.

“Haze—”

Just then, Indi’s phone buzzed, making her jolt. I immediately pulled back, knowing the moment was gone. She began to panic, flour and bits of dough stuck to her fingers. “Shit! Can you get that? You don’t have to respond or anything, just, just let me know what it says!” She rushed to the sink, trying to wash her hands. I picked up her phone and typed in her passcode. It opened to her texts and my smile fell. It was Carter.

Indi, we need to talk. If you want this work, then we need to sit down and discuss this like adults. No more games, no more fucking around. I know my value, and if you want to be with me, then you should learn your own.

“Your boyfriend wants to talk.” I tossed her phone onto the counter, pissed by what he had said.

Fucking little bitch.

Indi eyed me. “That bad?” I made a face. “Shit.” She picked up the phone and read the message with a groan. “What should I do?”

Let me fucking break his neck.

I shrugged. “It’s your relationship. Do whatever you want.”

“Really?” She crossed her arms. “So if I decided to meet him and talk, you would just be completely fine with that?” Why was she snapping at me? I didn’t do anything.

“Why are you even asking me?” I stepped towards her, ripping the apron from my bare chest as I glared down at her. “You’ve never wanted my opinion on your little relationships before.”

“Little relationships? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize dating someone exclusively for months was so?—”

“Boring?” I raised a brow.

“Boring? Wow. You’re right, and your whole fuck buddy thing you got going on with Mary-Jane is so much fucking better.” Oh, I hit a nerve.

I stepped closer, forcing her back against the counter. “It is. Because, unlike you, I’m free to do whatever the fuck I want whenever I want. I have no obligations to baby Mary-Jane’s feelings or try to constantly appease her. Why? Because that’s how I like it. You might not like whatwehave, but at least I don’t have to beg her to like me. She accepts me as I am, which is more than Carter will ever do for you, Indi.”

Indi glared back up at me. “Then why don’t I just leave so you can fuck your red-headed whore.”

“At least she’s not ashamed to be called one.”

“Fuck you, Haze.” She shoved past me, grabbing her things. “I’m going to see Carter.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, Indi!” She slammed the apartment door behind her. Kush rushed to my side and meowed up at me. “Yeah, I really hit a fucking nerve.”

Good.

I stood there for a good ten minutes before my phone buzzed. I checked it to see a new text from Mary-Jane.

Indi sent me a text and said she wasn’t coming home and we could have the apartment to ourselves tonight. Want me to come over?

I scoffed. Of course Indi texted her. Wait, if Indi wasn’t coming home, that meant she was probably planning on staying with Carter. Not because she wanted to but out of spite.

Oh, so you think you can just run back to your boyfriend like nothing happened? Well, we’ll see about that.

I typed my text out to Mary-Jane and hit send.

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