Page 104 of Fang
I want to clarify that’s one of the reasons I hired Sabrina. Some guys go fucking insane for those who look younger, who don’t look like women but more like a girl.
“Well, good. I’m glad I made the call then. You think you can be friends, though?” I ask.
“I do. She was really sweet.”
“How did the other girls take to her?”
“About as well as you could expect.” She snorts.
“Good.”
Cami knows why I hired Sabrina, but she doesn’t know the complete truth. While I could keep my mouth shut and she would be none the wiser, I can’t. I refuse to have our relationship built on lies.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What’s up?”
She shifts next to me, her breasts brushing against my chest. For a split second I contemplate saying fuck it and rolling her over. Showing her that I love her, but I don’t.
“I might have had an ulterior motive when I hired her.”
“You want her to replace me,” she says, catching me off guard.
“How did you…”
Cami tips her head back and rolls her eyes. “Fang, I love you, but sometimes you can be completely transparent. We’ve talked enough about me leaving eventually. It was only a matter of time before you hired someone you trusted enough to replace me.”
“I don’t want you dancing forever. Not when you hate it.”
“I don’t hate it.”
I shoot her a look, and she rolls her eyes.
“Okay, I don’t hate it completely. It’s just not something I want to do forever.”
“Exactly. I’m not telling you that you can’t dance, but ultimately, I don’t want you to. You can do whatever you want as long as it’s our bed you go to sleep in every night and I’m the only one who gets to touch you.”
She raises her hand and rubs her thumb over the corner of my eye, over my tattoo. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“I know I don’t, I trust you.”
“That means more to me than you’ll ever know.” She takes a deep breath. “I’ll think about leaving, but before you get too excited, when I do, it will be on my own terms.”
“That’s fine. You just tell me when.”
She nods and buries her face into my chest.
“Anything else you want to talk about before we pass out?” I ask as sleep starts to settle in.
“Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning after you fuck me and before school.”
Smiling, I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
This woman…I used to think all that shit about soulmates was a load of horse shit, but now I can’t help but wonder if there’s actually something to it.
Fang’s words keep ringing in my head. He doesn’t want me dancing anymore. I’m not sure I can give it up, though. I never wanted to be a stripper. Dancing isn’t my passion or anything, but the financial security is comforting.
Still, I think I’m ready to give it a shot.
