Page 18 of Brat Baby
As if he is standing right behind me, whispering the words in my ear to cause a jump scare, my body jolts in place, and I quickly put the laptop box on my bed and shut the door.
Using a combo of the box and my pillows, I create a prop near the edge of my bed and lean my phone up against it. Opening the camera app, I position the phone just right, set the timer for ten seconds, then turn around, pull my denim skirt up and white lace panties down to below my ass cheeks while my heart thrums in my chest.
I fold my arms against the wall and lean forward, sticking my ass out toward the camera. Hopefully this angle will give him the picture that he wants.
The beeps count down and then there is a shutter noise. Dropping the hem of my skirt and pulling my panties back up, I open the picture and try not to stare at the snatch snap before quickly sending it to Xavier. I follow it up with a message.
Me:Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t think I was allowed to contact you. I promise to send a picture tonight as well.
I hit send and immediately gnaw on the skin next to my nail. Is it okay that I called him Daddy? It just feels so right. Xavier feels fucking weird. He is Daddy or Hunter.
Bubbles appear as soon as both messages are delivered.
Xavier:7:30. Do not be late. You will not enjoy the consequences.
Well. Okay, then.
Chapter 10
Emery
There is a light tap on my door. “Ems, you okay?”
My pulse spikes and I quickly lock my phone. “Uh, yeah. Give me a sec,” I reply, glancing around like there is something I need to clean up.
Spotting the pile of clothes that need dry cleaning, I quickly go over to the corner and scoop it all up before going to my door and opening it. “Do you have anything you need dry cleaned?”
Oakley is waiting for me with a concerned look. Her gaze dropping to the ball of clothes in my arms, she steps to the side to let me through. “Here, let me get you something to carry that in. There is a dry cleaner and a laundry mat just off campus. If you show them your student card, you get a discount. And no, I don’t have anything besides what you borrowed.”
Oakley disappears into her bedroom for a second, returning with a tote bag, handles held wide open. “Here you go.”
I dump everything into the bag, then place it on the dining table. “Thanks, I’m going to drop it off on my way to my first class.”
She wrinkles her nose, and somehow it looks adorable instead of weird. “Do you have any classes with them today?”
“No,” I reply, but then pause. “Well, not that I know of. I checked the course material last night, and neither Darcy nor Xavier is listed. But who knows? Maybe the universe will torture me a little more.”
“Let’s hope not.” Her lips twitch and her eyes widen. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. You were totally right about the categories!”
I tip my head to the side as I stare at her, confused at the topic change. “What categories?”
“On SugarLife! They do totally mean”—she lowers her voice—“hand jobs and blow jobs!”
I snort a laugh. “Oh my god, Oaks. You are too cute.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Shut up. Bexley told me to stick tomeet cuteandjust a kiss. I didn’t have any reason to think about the other ones!”
“Do you always do what you’re told?” I ask, smirking as I duck back into my room to grab my laptop. It requires some seriousmental gymnastics to keep myself from dwelling on the fact that they sent me a reward.
And the note. Am I going to get all eleven? Will any of them be hand delivered?
I shake my head to rattle the thought loose before heading back out into the living room. My hopes are not allowed to get up. They need to stay down on the ground, where I can manage them.
Oakley is staring back at me, brows furrowed. “Don’t you?”
Mentally replaying the conversation, I start reorganizing my backpack as I reply. “I’m all about survival, babe. Whatever gets me to the end of each day.”
The silence from Oakley makes me glance her way. “More of that tragic backstory, huh?”
