Page 55 of On Your Knees

“Honestly, I would have slept for a bit longer, then probably watched the View4U app.” His checks go pink as he realizes he has spoken the words out loud.

“No shame in that,” I reply. “It’s a good app.” He laughs at my response and nods. “That app was my baby. I started it alone in my office with content of myself, and before you ask, it’s been erased from this planet. It was so cringy I had secondhand embarrassment watching it back. Thank god we have the best of the best working for Ridgeland who could make it disappear forever. So after sleeping and playing with your cock, what else would you do? Unless you want to focus on the playing with your cock part.”

His eyes fly to mine. Wide, innocent, and full of lust. He clears his throat. “I would probably just play online and avoid Elaine. That woman is a stuck-up bitch who thinks her shit doesn’t stink. I don’t even know why Momis friends with her. They were friends in college, apparently, just before she fell pregnant with me. They were partnered in some class and hit it off. Ever since I hit puberty, they have tried to shove her daughter down my throat, but she looks at me like I’m shit on the bottom of her shoe and tells me as much when I see her.”

I scoot a little closer to him. “Well, today is your lucky day. Let’s go out and do something. I was disappointed when I realized it’s your day off and you weren’t coming for coffee—I really like our morning chats. So get dressed, or don’t, and let’s go to my place. What’s the point of having all the money I do, and all the fun shit in my house, and no friends to share it with?”

Arlo smiles and nods. “Fine, you pulled my arm, mainly because I’m curious about what your house is like. Aspen talks about it all the time.”

“Hmm, does she? And does she also tell you how amazing and handsome I am?”

Arlo stands and walks over to his closet. “No, but she told me how big?—”

“My cock is. I know, it’s huge.”

Arlo snorts. “How big your gaming rooms are. And that you have more than one.”

“Oh, yeah, they’re big as well. I might have to tell her to talk up my game. What’s the point of having a huge dick if my girl doesn’t talk about it?”

Arlo gets dressed, and when we go upstairs, his mother’s friend is sitting at the table. She looks vaguely familiar—maybe I do business with her husband.

“Rowena, you didn’t tell me Arlo was friends withZeland!” At that exclamation, Rowena looks at her friend, confusion in her eyes. “He is part owner of Ridgeland Enterprises,” the woman continues. “I’m surprised he is on this side of town with someone like Arlo—no offense, but your reputation?—”

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating, lady, but I’m here to take Arlo on a date. And your sources must not know me very well at all. I would prefer not to be seen on my side of town or be associated with half of the people there. If it wasn’t for Ridge and his huge cock convincing me to move into the mansion, I would probably live around here.”

Rowena’s mouth has fallen open and Elaine sneers at me as Arlo grabs my arm to pull me away.

“I apologize, Rowena, for the disrespect, but your son is pretty cool, and I won’t have anyone looking down on him around me. And,Elaine, tell your husband to call me because I’m sure he knows who I am. I think we need to have a little chat about how his wife treats people.”

With that, Rowena winks at me, and I stop resisting Arlo’s pull on my arm and follow him outside.

Once the door is closed, his laughter rings out. “Did you see her face?! It looked like a cat’s asshole. And date! I love how you threw in that you’re taking me on a date—hopefully that keeps the vapid girl away from me.”

I laugh. “Would you like me to take you on a date, Arlo?”

Arlo’s face goes multiple shades of crimson. He stammers, “W... what? You’re, uh, you’re with Ridge and Aspen, and I mean, I value my job—a lot. I’ve worked myass off to get this position, and I really can’t risk everything for a date. I... god, I’m sorry, I just...”

“What does your job have to do with a date? Plus Aspen told you about how our relationship works. We don’t really do labels. If someone asks me, I will tell them she is my girlfriend, but we are all happy with how it works. Ridge isn’t crushed down by the thought of love, the same as Aspen really, and I love affection—I love to be touched. And I really, really, love to fuck.”

Arlo swallows hard, and I pull back, ushering him into my car and closing the door on his side. I will drop the subject for now, afraid I have come on too strong and I have scared him away. I do that a lot when I know what I want, charging full steam ahead until I get it. It’s always been that way in my personal life, at work, or in any situation really.

Arlo is quiet on the drive to the house, but when we pull into the gated driveway and wait for the gates to open, I wave to Conrad, who mans them during the day. Arlo’s nose is pressed against the glass, taking in everything around him.

“Obnoxious, isn’t it? Who needs hedges that fucking manicured? Wait until you see inside.”

I park at the front door, rather than in the garage. Normally I would be quick to show off our cars, but I can see he is overwhelmed already.

When we walk inside, the smell of something baking fills the air, and so I lead Arlo to the kitchen. Aspen and Ridge are standing together with their backs to us, Ridge in a pair of my sweats. He never wore them prior to acomment Aspen made about my dick, and now he wears them every chance he gets—damn, that man’s ass was sculpted by gods.

Aspen wears one of my T-shirts and it hangs to her knees. “No,” she giggles and jumps up onto his back, wrapping herself around him like a spider monkey.

“Should we be spying on them?” Arlo whispers, and I laugh, making Ridge turn around with Aspen still on his back.

“Zeland! Ridge is ruining my cupcakes. They look like deflated boobs.”

Arlo laughs.

“Arlo!” She beams. “What are you doing here?”

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