Page 35 of Masked Sins
*smirking emoji*
Remy
My mind is officially blown.
Zoe
im honestly offended we werent notified immediately but okay *eye roll emoji*
I laugh, and just as I type out a quick response with a promise to tell them everything the next time I see them, someone clears their throat from the doorway.
“Ready?” Orion asks, studying me as I pocket my phone. “The food is here.”
I want to ask him if he knows Starboy.
What exactly is his new kink club all about, and why did he open one? I always assumed he was casual about it, but then again, no one ever told me anything. Zoe, bless her, called me her little vanilla bean.
My mind is bursting with unasked questions, but all I can do is nod. “Okay. Be right there.”
The conversation flows easily as we eat, and I even manage to steal a few of Orion’s fries when I finish mine. He rolls his eyes before handing the rest to me, and I realize with a start that I haven’t stolen food off his plate since before we stopped talking.
“Read any good books lately?” my dad asks me.
Oh God.Talking to my dad about books is always super awkward. My reading tastes have evolved since I lived under his roof, and despite our similar love of books, our reading tastes couldn’t be more different.
He likes historical fiction, and I like books where the hero tells the heroine,I love seeing my pretty little slut mouth take my cock.
“Oh, you know I always defer back to the classics. I’m rereadingThe Hobbit.”
Orion coughs, drumming his fist against his chest a couple of times. “Went down the wrong pipe,” he says, clearing his throat.
“That’s nice. Orion said you’re going toPhantom of the Operanext week. That will be nice for the two of you.”
I nod, picking at the soggy lettuce I took out from my cheeseburger.
“Is it still your favorite book?” Orion asks pointedly, his head tilted slightly as if genuinely curious.
Growing up, I wasobsessedwithPhantom of the Opera. I had posters, I dressed as Christine, the main female character, four Halloweens in a row, and even had parts of the book memorized by heart. I owned a few special editions of the book,too. I hadn’t seen the play in years and couldn’t wait to geek out over seeing it performed live.
If only Orion wouldn’t be there to bear witness to my enthusiasm. I could already imagine the smirk on his face when he saw me mouthing along to the lyrics or getting misty-eyed during “All I Ask of You.”
“Yes. I may or may not be stalking a first edition worth thirty-two thousand dollars.”
Orion lets loose a long, slow whistle. “That’s a lot of fucking money for a book.”
I sit up straighter. He doesn’t understand. “No harm in looking, right?”
My dad clears his throat and changes the subject. “How’s my catson?”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to call him that,” I tease, thinking of his affectionate name for Sparrow.
“I know. I’ll have to come over and give him some scritches soon.” He sets his shake down, and I narrow my eyes. He’s not supposed to be drinking milkshakes, but I don’t want to micromanage, so I don’t say anything.
“That reminds me, I need to call Gary back,” my dad mutters, pushing away from the table.
“How’d he go from Sparrow to Gary?” I mutter to Orion.
“I’m not sure I want to know.”
