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Her hand grips my dick through my pants, sending a chill from my head to my toes. I flip Joey around, sandwiching her between the window and my body, leaning into her ear. “Now we’re gonna take the mask off so I can fuck you for all of Baltimore to see.”

CHAPTER FORTY

THE ONE WITH THE LOBOTOMY

HexedHeroine posted a collaboration video with WestParkerComedy: Is this what you’ve been waiting for?

Comment: MOMMY AND DADDY

Comment reply: Respectfully, this is MOTHER & FATHER now

Comment: They’re dating. West Parker is off the market, ladies

Comment reply: Holding out hope it’s fake

Comment reply: Are you fuckin delusional? “Leave the mask on, Hex baby”?!?! That man don’t want you!

Between the first Hex and West Parker collaboration post becoming our quickest growing video to date and the podcast episode airing, I feel like all I’ve done this week is work.

Our followings have shot through the roof again, we out-trended Sunday Night Football by double, and West was asked to do two show days this weekend in Pittsburg.

Enzo has West on a crazy schedule with interviews, another podcast, and a meeting with some talent agency in the area who’s interested in representing West Parker.

I look into the company for them, and while I don’t see any red flags, per se, I’m also not seeing anything that would make me immediately want to have them represent me.

We both agree it’s at least worth having lunch over.

I haven’t heard back from Lilly, and I don’t tell anyone about her emails either. There’s no reason to bring attention to what might be the job of my dreams slipping through the cracks of my spam folder.

On top of everything else, two big brand deals come in this week that take up a lot of my time with emails, phone calls, and some serious magic on my part—no pun intended.

A deal for West.

And a deal for me.

I’m still waiting to hear back about mine, but when I got the acceptance of my counteroffer for West’s, we were at a sports bar with hockey on every TV.

I don’t tell West about every brand who extends an offer, or even every offer I negotiate. Some aren’t worth mentioning and others have terms that wouldn’t work with his tour schedule.

This deal was neither of those things, but I didn’t tell him about it when the original offer came through, because I didn’t want to get his hopes up if it didn’t work out.

I told him in a quiet corner of the bar, and then he followed me to the bathroom, took his hat off, put it on my head, and ate me out on the sink as a thank you for landing him his first six-figure deal.

I still haven’t given him the hat back… Or the hoodie he forced onto me in New Haven.

I’d finally gotten myself to stop thinking about the look on the woman’s face when West and I came waltzing out of the bathroom together. Him with a smug ass grin and sex mussed hair, and me with pink cheeks and a lightness to my step that can only come from, well… coming.

I’m suddenly reminiscing on his head between my thighs in that dingy bathroom because his first six-figure brand deal is on his head, and I fucking love knowing I’m the one that put it there.

I managed to sneak into the sound booth unnoticed, staying out of the way to get a couple videos of West and the audience.

It’s Halloween, obviously my favorite night of the year, and with West on his last set of back-to-back two-show days, we’re all ready to return to our place for the night and crash. I know he’s exhausted like the rest of us, but he doesn’t show it, bouncing around the stage like we haven’t been running on fumes all week.

We have three cities and a hometown show left—three and a half weeks, and I’m no closer to figuring out what comes next than I was when I left six weeks ago.

The crowd laughs at something West says, and while they’re distracted, I take my opportunity to slip out of the booth and head backstage before West wraps the show up.

I make it about five steps before a man glances my way, shoots from his seat, and points at me. “Witch!”