Chapter 408

You gave the girls a bit of time alone - less because they needed privacy and more because you needed a minute to just sit. It had been a great Saturday so far, but knowing that it was a marathon and not a sprint you needed to pace yourself. So, with giggles and moans echoing out from the bedroom, you went into the kitchen and got yourself a Gatorade from the fridge. You and the girls had learned the power of on-hand electrolytes from Becca, so Sabrina had started stocking bottles in the bottom drawer of her fridge.

After having a long swig of the sports drink and then splashing your face with some water, you noticed that your phone was on the kitchen table and realised you hadn’t checked it since the video call with Tasha that morning. Grabbing a chair, you sat down and opened it up. There was a text from Becks, winking and flashing a nipple in her bathroom mirror, wishing you good luck and you sent her a kissing emoji back. There was also some texting in your group chat with your friends - they were trying to find a weekend to get together in August and you let them know that you, Sabrina and Gemma would have loved to but your schedule was packed before Gemma left for back home. You got a few frowny emojis back while you checked your other messages, but they understood.

You had two more messages. The first was from Becca and you could tell she’d sent it to multiple people since it was her and Charlotte out at what looked like a Drag Show brunch - which seemed on point for her and her friend group even if it wouldn’t be your thing. She looked cute as hell though and you groaned a little, knowing that Gemma was planning on teasing her as long as possible. Things with Becca had escalated last time you’d been over there and you were excited to see what would happen the next time.

The final text was from Mosche. ‘Tasha broke up with me :(’

You sighed, feeling a little pit of guilt in your stomach even though you knew he deserved it. ’I thought you were going to break up with her?’ you sent back. ‘And this means you can go ahead with-’ you realised you couldn’t remember the Chinese food delivery girl’s name. You’d heard it maybe twice ... was it Amy? Melissa? You grunted and erased the second message. ‘Guess this lets you off the hook then and you can do what you want.’

The dots came up, showing he was responding, and you groaned again. You could literally hear Tasha laughing in the other room. Your dick had her spit on it.

But she was single, you hadn’t done anything wrong. Feeling a little bit of guilt was just knowing Mosche would be hurt if he knew, not that he had a right to feel hurt.

‘I guess, ’ he texted back. ‘Wanna order a pizza tonight and hang out before I go to the club?’

You grimaced, knowing that he was going to get torn to shreds by the other comics. But it was his fault it had become a public thing - if he’d just talked to her ... Or not convinced himself she wanted a gangbang, which was still the stupidest part of the whole thing. ‘Sorry dude,’ you responded. ‘Spending day with the girls working on work project before date night. High pressure situation.’