Page 25 of Billionaire Romance

“What’s the matter?” I ask, completely baffled by how she could worry about anything right now after what we just did.

“I forgot we were on the server. I’m going to have to pay them and that wasn’t, well that wasn’t something I’m going to charge for because…well because!” She’s completely flustered and says, “Text me,” before the screen goes black.

My phone dings immediately.

Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I guess we could have just FaceTimed :)

There it is again. Fucking money. She’s freaking out over owing Sugar Girl money for that session, but she isn’t going to charge me. I open the app quickly and send enough to cover the session plus a generous tip. It must go through instantly because she texts me back,

Why’d you do that?

Why? Because I can’t stand to see her anxious? Because I have more money than I’ll spend in a lifetime? Because watching her fuck herself and come was worth every penny? I settle on,

Because it’s not a big deal to me and it was my mistake as much as yours.

The little dialogue bubbles appear and then go away. I’m tense waiting to see her response; not wanting the same argument we had this morning to happen again. The bubbles appear again and the message is simple.

Thanks, Chris. I owe you one.

You don’t owe me anything,I type. Then I reconsider. Actually, I know how you can pay me back. Let me take you out for a real date.

I’m holding my breath as the bubbles appear, and when I read her reply, I exhale.

Tomorrow at 8?

I type back, It’s a date.

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