Sex dealer 2

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I made a new book called 'nudes' check it out if you're interested xx. But I actually gotta stop making new books when I can't even update a single one on time💀someone legit hmu I'm so lifeless rn like what am I doing

*Cadence/Cady's POV*

I huff impatiently, tapping my foot on the cold tiles as I wait for my husband, Blake, to get home.

An hour ago, a whole damn hour, he called me saying that he'd be home for dinner.

He promised.

But he still isn't here.

He can't be stuck in traffic, his work is only a ten minute drive away and with traffic, thirty.

I pick up my phone, tapping on his contact.

A few rings later, he picks up.

"Hello?" His voice says.

"Babe, where are you, it's been-"

"Just kidding, I'm not available. Leave me a voicemail and I'll call you back." His voice childishly laughs down the phone.

The tone for recording a voicemail sounds and I roll my eyes, huffing as I end the call.

Dumbass.

I stare at the plates full of pasta in front of me and decide to eat mine.

I was originally going to wait for Blake but now that he's late, I may as well eat.

I just don't get it, he's never, ever home late.

If he's going to be, he'll at least cal or text me to tell me and now I'm worried.

What if something's happened to him?

No, shut up idiot. Stop jinxing it.

I sigh and pick up my plate, walking over to the living room where I sit down and watch riverdale as I eat.

After eating a second plate of pasta, I place the plate down on the coffee table in front of me, too lazy to go and wash it.

I lean back into the couch, focusing my eyes on the tv screen where teen wolf is now playing.

Before too long, I find my eyes getting heavy and fluttering shut.

...

I wake up at about 3am and it's dead silent.

I push myself up and groan when I feel how sore and stiff my body is from sleeping on the couch.

"Blake?" I call out.

No reply.

Is he home yet?

Doesn't seem like it.

I check the many rooms in the house and angrily kick a laundry basket aside when I don't find Blake.

Honestly, I'm more worried than mad. Who wouldn't be?

There's got to be a reason as to why he isn't home yet.

What if he's cheating on you?

Shut up.

You're just trying to convince yourself that it's not true.

I thought I told you to shut up?

God, I think I'm going crazy.

I unplug my phone from it's charger and check for any messages.

Other than messages on a group chat with Camilla, Lilly, Jake, Justin, Blake and I, texts from my family and other friends, there isn't anything related to Blake.

I turn off my phone and sigh as I fall onto the mattress, trying to desperately sleep.

But I can't, I'm just too worried and shaky.

Is he okay?

And if he is, what the actual fuck is he doing that he can't text me to let me know that he's alright?

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Short af but what do y'all think??