Free Web NovelChapter 131: Chapter 131 Piccola [FI]
I swipe through the photos Parker texted me, and I’m a bit surprised there are actually a few outside. I was sure Samuel would have her trapped in the hotel room the whole time. Those two are always all over each other. My eyes almost fall out of my head when I get a peek at the private plane. No way she’s not in the mile high club by now. My girl went from a virgin to nympho, so it really wasn’t a shock at how quickly he knocked her up.
In each picture, there’s no missing the love in both their eyes. My heart starts to ache wanting to know what that feels like. A love that deep is something I’ve never had. Sure, I love Parker, but I think the love you have for your partner and children is something else altogether. I’ve never even experienced the love one has for their own parents.
I might be crazy, but I swear even back when I was only a little girl, I recall this empty space in my chest always longing to be filled by something. As I grew older, I started to understand what that was. Parker was able to fill it some, but the hole is there, and lately, the ache is more noticeable.
Parker has only been gone a few days, and I already miss her like crazy. I hadn’t realized how much I leaned on her until she wasn’t there. My dorm room is getting lonelier by the day now that the excitement of having my own space has faded. I should get a social life or something, but the idea makes me cringe.
I fire a text back to her. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Me: I’m not jelly at all.
She hits me back with a text in seconds.
Parker: I’ll send a plane for you.
Me: You’re a nut! I’m not coming on your honeymoon.
I know for a fact she is not joking one bit, and as much as Samuel wants his new wife all to himself right now, he’d do it to make her happy. I love her so dang much. I didn’t know there were people as sweet as her out in the world.
As jealous as I might get of Samuel taking her from me, I’m glad she found someone that can protect that sweetness. Even with what her father put her through, he was never able to take that from her. It’s simply who she is at the core.
Parker: Well, the next trip you’re coming. I’d say a girls trip but I don’t think Samuel would be down with that.
Me: He’d be in the hotel room next door like a stalking bodyguard.
Parker: LOL! This is true but I still want a few beach days. It’s the least Samuel can give me after shutting down all plans for a bachelorette party.
I snort a laugh. I’ll never forget his face when I started spouting off my plans for Parker’s bachelorette party. I was totally making shit up to see his reaction, and as I thought it would be, it was priceless.
I order a coffee at the little shop close to my dorm room and debate if I should ask her about Blake. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I’d even dreamt about him last night, and I’d never had a dirty dream before. He was my first, but too bad I’d woken up right before I was about to climax. I tried to take matters into my own hands but failed. That was also a first for me. I might be a virgin, but I know how to handle my own pleasure when the need arises. But now my vagina is no longer satisfied with my hand or my little massage toy. I guess she’s over me and now she only wants Blake.
I really don’t know anything about him beyond that he lives next door to Samuel and is the hottest man I’ve ever seen. The two of them seemed really close, and I’d even spotted him talking and hanging around Samuel’s parents.
Me: Did you need anyone to check in on your place? Water some plants or something?
The text is lame, but it’s the only thing I can think that might lead into conversation about Blake. Logically he’d be the one to check in for them.
Parker: There are no plants in that house. When I get back, I’m going to need to liven the place up.
Damn it. That didn’t go as planned, but she really does need to put her touch on things. While it’s really nice, it also looks like a staged home with no personal items.
Parker: Plus, Blake is next door.
"Yes!" I shout and everyone in the coffee shop turns my way at my outburst. I duck my head, hating the attention but glad that my plan worked.
Me: He and Samuel seem close.
Parker: They’re brothers.
Me: How the hell did I miss that?!
Parker: Stepbrothers. Samuel’s father married Blake’s mom when they were in middle school. Their parents are so cute together.
Samuel’s mom was a sweetheart. Well, I guess his stepmom. I hadn’t realized that. She fawned all over Parker too. Parker soaked it up, and I loved seeing her get the attention she deserved.
"Piccola." One of the baristas calls my name and places my coffee down in the pick-up area. I go to snag it and almost run right into someone.
"Fuck," Liam grumbles before jumping back to create space between him and me.
He’s healed up pretty good except for that bump in his nose. It was the result of Samuel’s fist connecting with it. Liam grabs his coffee and bolts out of the coffee shop without another word. I fight a laugh as I grab my own coffee and head out.
I check the time and realize I’m supposed to be online in ten minutes. I always keep times up for when I’m going to play since a lot of people prefer to watch live. As I make my way across campus in my sweats with my hair piled on top of my head, I notice no one spares me a glance. I wonder if Blake would have paid me any attention if I hadn’t been all dolled up at the wedding. Probably not, and the thought stings.
The same shit had happened to Parker. When it got out that she was a virgin, men around campus were all trying to get at her. Liam was one of those men, and it was nuts.
It’s something I’ve been asked a lot. When I play online, people can ask questions in the chat. Sometimes I’ll get a few trolls who I can kick out, but they still have a chance to say what they want for all to see before I hit that ban button. Sometimes I’ll miss them altogether until after it’s already up. It’s hard to play and keep up with the chat stream consistently. Normally the more perverted questions come straight to my inbox, and I’ve gotten asked a lot of strange things.
Not going to lie, I was really tempted when I once got asked for a picture of my feet. He’d told me he’d send me a hundred bucks, and it blew my mind. I could feed myself off a hundred bucks for a month.
I scan my key to get into my building and stop at my box to grab my mail before heading up to my floor. Campus and the dorms are pretty dead since we have a small gap before the next semester of classes starts back up.
When I enter my room, I drop my mail and coffee on my desk before ditching my hoodie with the name of my university on it. I try to keep my location as hidden as possible. I’m sure some who watch my feed have figured it out, but I’m not posting it for all to see. Or making it easy for them.
I grab one of my Pure sweaters and pull it on. I always have to have something with Pure Energy’s logo showing whenever I record. I check the time again as I get my stuff ready so I can stay at my desk for the next few hours. I still have a couple minutes, so I flip through the few pieces of mail I have, tossing two into the trash and opening one from the university.
"What the hell?" I whisper.
How is this even possible? I read the letter over twice to make sure I understand it. One of my scholarships has fallen through. I have two weeks to come up with the ten grand I need for next semester. Not to mention, I’ll need that for every semester that follows too.
"Shit." I clear my alarm, telling me it’s time to go live. I jump up and change out of my hoodie and into one of the sponsored tank tops instead and pull down my hair. I shake it out then grab my glasses before I drop back down into my computer chair.
Am I really thinking about flirting to draw more attention? I bring the screen to live as another thought dawns on me.
Do I even know how to flirt?
