Chapter 22: Live

A few weekends ago he met up with his ex and lets just say, it didn't go well. Zach came home in tears and it took me two hours to calm him down which was when I found out what was wrong; Danny had been using him to get over pig face. How did Zach find this out? Because pig face just so happened to be in the same restaurant with his new boyfriend. Zach flipped out when he noticed and threw some cake in Danny's face - I laughed out loud at that bit - before he walked out with style.

"Nope, thank goodness," Zach sighed happily. "He's finally gotten the message and stopped calling. I swear, I was this close to getting a retraining order on him." He shows just how close he was by holding his index finger and thumb together, almost touching. He was about to continue when his phone rang. We both glanced over to where it sat on the coffee table.

"Do you think you jinxed it?" I asked, half joking and half worried. Wouldn't that be typical? Zach was just talking about how he'd stopped calling and then he suddenly calls again.

Zach made a face and groaned dramatically. "I hope not." Reaching over, he grabbed it and looked at the screen. His lips parted in excitement. "Oh my gosh. It's K!

"K?" I question, confused, although I did recognise it from somewhere.

"Remember that guy I told you about? The one I get off with sometimes?"

My eyes widened and I nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Is it 'K' as in K-a-y, or 'K' as in the initial?"

"Uh, I don't know. That's what he tells me to call him. I think it's like an alias though," he rushed out because 'K' is still calling. "I'm gonna take this. See ya!" He jumped off the sofa and jogged to the stairs. I briefly heard him answer the call.

I chuckled just as my own client started calling me. "Have fun!" I called to Zach, my fingers hovering over the answer button. I hesitated to press it, and found myself confused as to why, but then I quickly realised that I'd become more and more reluctant to talk to clients, and it had to be because of my developing relationship with Julian. Unsure what to do with this sudden revelation, I mentally shook my head at myself and I pushed the feelings away.

I finally pressed my thumb down on the screen. "Hey, Josh. It's been awhile, huh?"

Later that night, relaxing in my bed wearing nothing but a black strap top with matching panties, I couldn't help but think of Zachs question. The one where he asked if I'd quit being an sex line operator for Julian.

I was thinking about it because, well, I realised that I was already on my way to quitting. Recently - since meeting Julian, to be precise - I'd slowly decreased the amount of calls I was taking. It was excuses at first. I would reject calls because of silly things like eating. Or cleaning the house. Things that had never stopped me before. And then I'd just flat-out let the phone ring while reading magazines or waiting for Julian to text back.

I only noticed this because talking to Josh earlier made me feel guilty. Guilty for both my clients who I'd been avoiding, and guilty because of Julian who I felt like I was betraying.

Which was silly, right? Julian knew what I did for a living. He didn't care, did he? Then again, I wouldn't know because we never actually spoke about it. Did that mean I should bring it up with him? Maybe he'd been wanting to talk about it but didn't want to 'cross any lines', as he had said many times now.

A vibration made me glance at my phone. Well, I guess I could ask him now because he was video calling me. It had become a habit to talk using video rather than just voice, same time every night. And I smiled as I answered him, my heart speeding up while I waited for his face to appear.

And there he is.

"Hi, handsome," I greeted happily. We hadn't texted each other as much as we usually did today and honestly, I'd missed him.

"Hey, baby." He sounded and looked tired. "You had a good day?"

My belly came to life with flutters. I loved it when he called me that. "Yeah, it's been nice. Relaxing. How about you?"

"Opposite. Very busy," he admitted, leaning back against what I assume was his headboard. Which I found kind of strange because he usually sat in the same brown, leather chair. "We had to do a fire safety talk at the local school. Kids...they're, uh, full of energy, huh?"

I laughed out loud. Poor guy had been worn out by a bunch of hyperactive kids. "Hell yeah they are. I used to baby sit in my teens. Biggest mistake I've ever made letting little Jack and Marie have chocolate before bed. Still haunts me to this day," I joked.

He chuckled and I loved the sound and the way it caused small laugh-lines to appear around his eyes. It made me wonder how old he was. Probably mid-to-late twenties. Not a huge age difference between him and my 22 years. "Sounds horrifying."

"It really was." We grinned at each other. "So, you got the courage to ask me out yet?" I teased him, but I could hear the hopeful tone..

He licked his lips. "Almost there...think you can give me a little push?"

I swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he wanted and fúck, I want it too. It'd been too long. Biting my lip, I gave him a silent nod before pressing the button which flips the camera, letting him see my naked legs and panties while continuing to allow me to see his face on screen. He inhaled sharply, eyes darkening.

"What'd you wanna see first?" I questioned, making sure to get my whole body in the shot. It was awkward, because I was trying to watch Julians reaction whilst doing it, but I managed.

"Fuck, baby. You've got a beautiful little body." His tone of voice was lower now; darker and more lustful. "Why don't you start by showing me those pretty brown nipples I've been dreaming about, hm?"