Fiftysix - Seven Rue Page 0,87
Dove so easily because of Cedric being a total fucking asshole.
That website was what kept me going for the past two years, and giving it up because of him being petty that I didn’t want to fuck him wasn’t worth it.
I knocked on the front door, rang the bell multiple times and even kicked it to let out my anger before I would let it out on Riggs.
The door swung open and he stood there with an angry glare. “What the fuck are you trying to achieve here?”
I crossed my arms and blew a heavy breath out of my nose. “We need to talk,” I stated.
“You should’ve called first,” he said.
“No, you should’ve called! You told me you would but you didn’t, so now I’m here to talk. Let me in.”
Instead of putting up a fight with me, which would’ve been a mistake in the first place, he stepped aside and watched me closely as I walked inside with my arms still crossed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding more concerned than he ever has before.
“Some kid at my school found out about my website, and he’s threatened to send it to Dad if I don’t have sex with him.”
He raised a brow at me and closed the door. “You still have that website up?”
I told him I would stop camming, but that didn’t mean I would delete my site and lose everything I built up on there.
Luckily, all pictures other than the banner on the page that could be seen once you clicked on the link were hidden from non-subscribers, and only had access with a password they’d receive from me personally once they added a credit card to pay.
“It will stay up, but that doesn’t mean I will keep on camming.”
“That’s not how this between us will work.”
“But this isn’t about us right now!”
“Then why the fuck are you here?”
He had a point, but there was nowhere else I wanted to be while feeling like shit.
“Because I wanted to tell you about it before Dad locks me up in my room until I’m old enough to be passed on to a retirement home.”
He studied me and sighed, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He looked good with his hair pulled back into a low man-bun I’ve never seen on him before, but I liked the way it looked on him.
His hair had grown quite a bit, and his beard was starting to hide more and more of his face.
“You should really get rid of that website then,” he suggested.
We’ve never had a conversation like this.
An honest and somewhat calm one where we were trying to figure things out together.
It was nice, and for some reason, it calmed my nerves while my heart still beat like crazy.
I looked away and furrowed my brows, not wanting to accept the fact that deleting the site might be the best resolution.
I still had about two hours until Cedric would get his phone back from Mr. Thompson, but those two hours weren’t made for me to think about it too much.
“Dove’s a part of me. I can’t just get rid of her, Riggs.”
“You’re not getting rid of her. She doesn’t just exist on your laptop screen, Valley.”
“How do you know?” I muttered, receiving a challenging look from him.
“I know because I see her every damn time I fuck you. Every time you suck my dick and every single damn time you stand in front of me looking like a goddess. You are Dove, Valley, and if you want this to work, you’ll delete that site.”
His words warmed my chest and I wondered if it was really him saying all those things.
It wasn’t in his nature to talk without making any growling sounds, but this time it was different.
He meant every word he said, and he showed me in that very moment that he was serious about us.
I stared at him, not able to speak or think straight.
This man had shown his true colors in the past few weeks, but even more of them right now.
He wasn’t always this rough, harsh man, but there was something soft deep inside of him that only showed when he truly wanted it to.
“Come here,” he ordered with his hands still in his pockets, but when I stepped closer, he pulled them out to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me onto my tiptoes while I put my arms around his neck to hold him tight.
His embrace was something I’ve never felt before from him, but