𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 | 𝟏𝟖+

thirty; dirty

A U R O R A

"How would I tell her that she's all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out. She's a good girl, she's such a good girl. She's a good girl, she feels so good, she feels so good."

. . .

I see strands of golden hair spread across the pillows as I wake up the next morning. Talia must've joined me in bed somewhere in the night.

A stupid grin covers my face as Talia opens her eyes and meets mine.

When I look at the time, I see that we slept till noon.

"Good morning, bitch," Talia chuckles. "Good morning," I reply and yawn, sitting up in bed.

When my eyes fall on my phone, I let out a silent gasp as the memory hits me.

"I recorded myself!" I exclaim. Talia sends me a sly smile. "Good job," she replies and wiggles her eyebrows.

"Now you can do whatever you want with it. Keep it for your own pleasure, tease your man with it, delete it. Whatever," she says and gets up as well, tying her hair into a low bun and putting on the clothes she was wearing last night.

"This is insane," I state in disbelief.

"But you want to do it, don't you?" she asks as we both walk into the bathroom to freshen up. I think about it as I turn on the shower while she brushes her teeth.

Riccardo will go crazy as he sees it. And he'll want to talk to me about it or he'll love it.

"Maybe, yes," I agree.

As the water is warming up, I quickly get a simple top and some biker shorts ready before I get out of my clothes and take a quick shower.

Talia is in the living room once I'm done and am descending the stairs. Once I'm seated on the couch, I watch the first few seconds of the video and my body grows hot all over again.

"I got to go, babe," Talia says and stands up, hugging me. I hug her back.

"I'll see you soon, right?" I ask. "Of course," she winks and after that, she's gone.

I take my seat back on the couch and go to my messages, clicking on Riccardo's name and exhaling as I realize what I'm about to do.

With shaking hands, I hold my phone and get the video ready. All I need to do is hit send.

My finger connects with the screen and it sends. I let out a squeal and bury my head into the pillows of the couch, letting out a scream and kicking my legs in nervousness.

Not able to take the stress, I turn off my phone and around the apartment, going into the build-in gym and deciding to work out instead.

I put some music on and work out. But doing my exercises doesn't help me get my mind off of things.

My mind goes wild, coming up with all kinds of things that Riccardo could reply with.

Is he going to be pissed? Probably.

Will he block me? Could be possible.

My nerves are driving me crazy and for the rest of the hour, I try to think about other things to calm me down.