Page 31 of Sweet Shots

“I’veneverfucked anyone on my bed,” he snaps, which is so unlike him.

It almost sounds like I hurt his feelings. So maybe that’s the way to do it. It’s not being mean, or being rude, it’s commenting on how he treats other people? How he chooses to treat them? Making comments that go after the deeper parts of him, perhaps? Attacking his integrity? Kinda low, but it’s food for thought.

His comment is strange, though. He hasn’t fucked anyone on his bed? Hard to believe. I guess maybe not, since I haven’t fucked anyone on my bed either… just myself.

“I’ll gladly give you access to all of my videos to check,” he adds.

“Not necessary.”

“Saves us a ton of time. I want to go with a Dom/Brat scenario.”

“Are you kidding?” I ask.

“Areyoukidding?” he retorts.

“Why the hell would you have me as a brat, when nothing in any of my videos portrays me being that way? My fans won’t go for it.”

Not necessarily true. I’m sure they’ll eat up any video I put up with someone else. I get requests all the time. Just never been offered 100k before, which is why I’m so willing to do it this time. I’m only being difficult because he’s annoying and I want to annoy him back.

Dominic’s eyes are wide, and his lips parted. “Are you really that un-self-aware?”

“Un-self-aware isn’t a word.”

“It is now, so stop avoiding the question and answer it.”

I blow out a breath and lean back in my chair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dominic.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and steepling his hands together.

“Mikah, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have the biggest brat energy I’ve ever seen.”

I scoff, waiting for him to be like,jokingorhaha.

But he does neither of those things.

“I am not a brat. I’ve seen plenty of skits with brats, and I do not fit that—at all.”

“Because that’s all fake. Dramatized for the audience. You’re a real-world brat.” He leans back, holding his hands out. “Now I’m about to say some things that may offend you, but I promise I’m not doing it for that reason. It’s important that youunderstand yourself, despite what we’re doing. It’ll help you out in life. Maybe you’ll be a happier person at the end of this. You know, smile once in a while?”

This man makes me grit my teeth so much I’m going to need to go to the dentist. I should make him pay for dental insurance. It’ll save me money.

“Get on with it,” I growl.

“You grew up in a single-parent household. That parent didn’t give you quite enough attention. In fact, they barely gave you any, and you were forced to grow up way too soon. You learned how to do things well before you should have, because you had to survive. There were no routines, no stability. You never knew what would come next. You craved punishment but only got it at the wrong times. Am I close?”

My mouth has gone dry and all I can do is stare at him. I want to puke. I want to punch him. And if that stupid smile was on his face right now, I swear I would. I’d tackle him right to the ground and beat him until his face was pulpy.

“I’m going to say yes,” he adds when I don’t say anything. “I’m not trying to upset you; I just want you to understand yourself. I mean, I saw it a mile away. How don’t you know that your childhood is affecting you so much?”

I do know that. Have known that. It made me move here. It makes me crazy about money. It makes me not want to spend money on things unless it’s something I need. It makes me not want to get close to anyone because people treat me like shit. It’s why I’m crawling out of my skin knowing my bank account isnegative and the one I’m using now is my best friend’s and it’s currently sitting at a zero balance. But I never thought…

“I, uh…” I clear my throat, shaking my head. “I’m not feeling well.” I get up, steadying myself because I’m dizzy.

“Don’t go. Please, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

I shake my head again, holding out my arm when he walks toward me.

“I’ll be back later. I just need to take a nap or something.”

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