Page 116 of Make Me Laugh

Andrew seems to be interested too, his eyes narrowing. “Did you two actually know each other before your first viral video?” He addresses one of our most asked questions, the world suspicious that this started as a set up and didn’t just end up as one.

“No.” I bite the inside of my cheek, intentionally fighting a smile people will interpret as a lie. “I met her that night.”

“And now you’re dating?” James asks this time. “Cause no disrespect.” He looks at the camera, like Joey’s in the room with us. “But Hex, you’re fine as hell, and if this guy’s fumbling you…” Bringing his hand up to his ear like a phone, he mouths, call me.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance. She’d eat you alive,” I say with finality, ending our short-lived rapid-fire Hex questions.

Once the interview’s wrapped, Andrew and James invite us out for drinks at a bar across the street from the studio.

I invite Joey, which she declines, and then I give her a head’s up about giving the podcast permission to include the Hex bit in the episode.

She gives the message a thumbs up, and I do my best to not think about her all alone in the penthouse.

I’m on my second beer when she finally texts back.

Joey baby

I have an idea for our first video… I’d like to post before they do.

You might wanna let the guys know we need the living room for a bit tonight.

Me

Did your alone time give you some inspiration?

Joey baby

No, your kiss did though.

She sends two pictures. I only see a glimpse of the first before my phone slips from my hand, clattering against the table. I snatch it up, worried someone might see my screen. Holding the phone against my chest, I chuckle. “Sorry. Butter fingers…” I stand up. “Be right back.”

The second my back’s to the table, I hit Dial on Joey’s contact.

She answers on the fifth ring, giving me enough time to scan the whole text. “What can I help you with, Hotshot?” Joey sounds innocent, as if she hadn’t sent two pictures in different Hex-modified lingerie sets with the question: which one do you think West Parker would like best? To me… West fucking Parker.

“You can help me understand why you’d send those pictures when I’m sitting at a table full of men,” I say, pushing through the front door of the loud bar.

“Oh, so it’s only okay if you send me pictures? That’s not fair.” I can hear the pout on her perfect lips.

“You’re not gonna make me film these videos with you, and then tell me I can’t fuck you again, are you?” I bite my knuckle until I can assure I won’t pass out from the anticipation.

“Mmm.” I feel her hum in my dick. “No, you’ve been a good boy. I’m all yours for five more weeks.” The reminder of the ticking clock hanging above our heads, counting down the days we have left together, threatens to steal my excitement. “Don’t leave me waiting too long.”

“Put the maroon one back on. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” I hang up and immediately request a ride, texting Enzo next.

Me

Joey wants to get ahead of the podcast and film our first video tonight.

We’d prefer not to have an audience…

Let us work out the kinks first

Enzo

We’ll add filming time to the schedule next week. I want nothing of mine to overlap with that.

I’ll tell Andrew and James sometimes you disappear.