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Until CP showed up randomly in my hacker group, chat several months ago. I’d instantly lashed onto his twisted sense of humor like mine.

Damn it, Lexi—enough thinking about CP. Get out of the shower, get dressed, eat your Uncrustables, and go to bed.

With a massive sigh, I went through the motions of drying myself off and slipping into a pair of lounge pants and a tank top.

I hopped into bed, pulling my laptop close and bringing up Hulu. The only way to calm my mind was with some good, mind-numbing TV.

Pressing play on the latest episode of Bob’s Burgers, I reached over to grab my Uncrustables—grape, of course; was any other type of jelly acceptable? Nope—and I took a few bites.

As the smooth tones of the show playing calmed me, I found myself sinking further and further into relaxation.

Soon, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

2

ALEXIS

I’d barely slept the next two weeks as I planned the heist on LifeCorps, one of the biggest medical research conglomerates in the country. Their security was unlike anything I’d ever encountered, but I was confident I could crack it on the big night.

Careful planning led me to this.

LifeCorps was worth billions. With this heist, I’d be able to funnel much-needed funds into so many Omega organizations.

My eyes closed, and I sank back against my chair. Fuck, I was tired. I scrubbed a hand over my face and groaned. I needed to get some sleep.

The big day was Monday, just three days away. I had to be on my A-game for this to work.

The familiar ping of an instant message drew my attention back to my computer, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face.

CosmicPain: it’s late, baby girl. You need your beauty sleep to recharge.

RobinHoodOmega: Yes, Daddy. *tongue sticking out emoji* I was about to head to bed.

CosmicPain: Oh, little omega, you’re asking for trouble. Or, at the very least, a red hot bottom. Now off to bed. And grab some water and real food as you go.

A shiver raced down my body, and images burned behind my eyes. Dreams of the faceless CP had been a contributing factor to my lack of sleep.

I couldn’t resist the banter I had expected from him.

RobinTheOmega: I say again, yes, Daddy. I was just about to log off and take a shower before bed. Is that acceptable?

I snickered, waiting for his response as the bouncing dots appeared on my screen.

CosmicPain: you’re playing with fire. Take your shower. Eat some actual food. Drink your water. And sleep. That’s an order from your Daddy, or else I’ll take you over my knee.

RobinTheOmega: Night DaddyCP.

Without another keystroke, I logged off and rose from the computer. As I drifted toward the kitchen, I realized I would do as he said and grab some real food and water.

And by real food, that meant some leftover pasta from my DoorDash delivery last night. And the water was going to be Gatorade.

But it was better than soda.

I ate a few bites and sipped the drink before I trudged upstairs to my loft. Quickly, I placed both items on the nightstand and then shrugged my clothes off as I padded toward the bathroom.

This time, I resisted the urge to touch myself as the scalding hot water poured on me.

But it was fucking difficult.

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