Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,32
of them responded, he looked up at Charlie then down at Wyatt. “What? I’m serious. There’s nothing there.”
“Tell him, Wyatt,” Charlie ordered softly.
“Okay, like, don’t freak out, but when we met the other day, I sort of signed up for your OnlyFans.”
Day’s pulse pounded in his ears, his mouth a desert. “Yeah?”
“That’s totally Jackson in that video. How did you convince him to crawl into bed with you the first night?” Wyatt asked, sounding impressed.
Day had no idea what to say. Should he lie? Tell them it was none of their business? It wasn’t but still. “I don’t know. We were just super flirty from the jump. I made the offer, he accepted. No big deal.”
“Are you kidding? Jackson is the most private person ever. Like, he hardly ever talks about himself. Linc didn’t even think he liked guys, which I thought was strange because I was totally convinced they’d hooked up when they were in the military,” Wyatt said.
“Maybe you were just hoping they had. I’m sure you wouldn’t have had a problem being the meat in that particular sandwich,” Charlie snarked.
Wyatt scoffed. “Like you would? You tried to get in Jackson’s pants, too.”
“You did?” Day asked, hating how indignant he sounded.
Charlie rolled her eyes. “Relax, Daydream. He didn’t even accept my friend request on Facebook. He’s all yours.”
“He’s really not,” Day swore, the words sounding hollow to his own ears. “I don’t do relationships. Neither does Jackson. It’s just temporary. Casual. No feelings. Just sex.”
“Okay, Day. Okay,” Charlie soothed. “Whatever you say.”
“Are you going to at least let him punch your v-card?” Wyatt asked, looking at Day expectantly.
Of course, he’d seen that on his OnlyFans. Day sighed internally. He missed this. Friends. He missed Sarah. He missed having somebody to talk to, someone he could tell everything to.
“If he wants to bid on it like everybody else,” he lied.
“Damn, you’re a savage, Daydream. I like it,” Charlie said around a laugh.
Day’s answering laugh was empty. Jackson could have his virginity with nothing more than a crook of his finger. Day knew it. Jackson knew it. He was pretty sure Wyatt and Charlie knew it, too. But if Day let Jackson in, all the way in, into his body and his soul, it was all over for him. He’d be screwed. Three days. It had only taken Jackson three days to erode his walls enough to make Day care, to make him want things that weren’t meant for him. Where would Day be in three months when this was all over and Jackson was gone and Day had to go back to his old life? He didn’t want to think about that.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Day said.
The three of them burst out laughing all at once, sounding like a bunch of drunken teenagers.
Jackson’s voice boomed from downstairs. “What are you guys getting into up there?”
“Oop, Daddy’s mad,” Charlie said before they all erupted into another fit of laughter.
God, Day really missed having friends.
Jackson couldn’t believe he’d lectured Webster about keeping his mouth shut to keep Charlie and Wyatt away only to call them in himself. Setting the two of them loose on Day was a dirty move, but Jackson didn’t know what else to do. It was clear to Jackson that Day was conflicted. About everything. He was also lonely. For as much as he had seemed afraid to be alone with the kids yesterday, he’d seemed to enjoy Chloe’s company. Jackson only seemed to make Day nervous or upset…or horny.
Jackson didn’t mind that last one, except, when it was over, Day immediately ran away. He was hiding something. Or maybe he was afraid. Of what, Jackson wasn’t sure. He didn’t think it was him. No, Day seemed to thoroughly enjoy teasing Jackson, toying with him, even fighting or verbally sparring with him. But there was something there between them that Jackson just couldn’t get past. They’d only known each other for a few days. Jackson needed to be patient. That’s all.
Jackson’s cell phone vibrated across the kitchen countertop angrily. He sighed, picking it up. “Hello?”
“Hey, boss. It’s Hurley.”
Hurley was in charge of the Miami branch while Jackson was out of town. “What’s up?”
“Angel Fuentes is losing his shit. Says he’s pulling his account.”
Angel was one of his biggest clients. A small arms dealer who gave Jackson a lot of money to protect his men during transactions. “What? Why? What the fuck happened?”
“Shit went south in Bogata. Garcia says it was just a misunderstanding, but Fuentes