As we toured the house, my impression solidified. It had four bedrooms in addition to the loft, which was being used as an office. Two of the bedrooms had their own private bathrooms. And the kitchen was enormous, with butcher block countertops and an island in the middle where the gas range was positioned. I didn’t even care that the exterior was painted the color of stomach medicine.
I know why it fills me with hope,I realized.It’s the same color as the painting above my bed.Suddenly, it felt like the universe was giving me a sign.
Could this be my future home?
“It’s stretching your budget,” my realtor said. “But since your husband was upset that I wasn’t showing you homes that met your strict requirements, I wanted to make sure you saw this place. It’s priced conservatively, but I think we could talk them down a bit.”
It took me a second to realize he meant August. “My husband. Right.”
I was busy at work on Monday, both with my regular tasks and because I was spending a lot of time with Allison preparing to pick up the other small tasks that would need doing after she left. But I kept thinking about that house. Like the realtor said, it was definitely stretching my budget. I wouldn’t be able to afford the 20% down payment unless I waited another few months, but by then it would surely be off the market. If I moved on it, I would need to pay for mortgage insurance in the short term, but I could always refinance after a year.
Now that it was becoming more real, I started thinking about the other logistics. Since it was out of my price range, I would need to keep doing OnlyFans longer than I originally planned. But would I be able to do that in the same house my parents were in? Sure, I could tell them not to disturb me on certain nights, but I wouldn’t be comfortable putting on a live show with them just a few doors down the hall. Not to mention having to hide all my equipment after every show, rather than simply leaving it up like I did now.
Then there was my love life. When I came up with the plan to buy my parents a house, I was single. And although I technically wasn’t in any committed relationship, I wasdefinitelynot single. I had three male suitors who might be visiting my place. How on earth was I going to explain that to my parents?
But this house was so perfect, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I also couldn’t stop thinking about Friday night with Kai. My first foray into the world ofbutt stuffhad been a massive success. Anal was amazing. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
And not just with Kai…
“Yeah, watching a bad movie tonight sounds great,” Michael said while we ate lunch in the conference room on Wednesday.
“I’m game,” August agreed. “I’ve got a board meeting this afternoon, but it shouldn’t go long.”
“It better not!” I said emphatically. “I can’t handle another last-minute cancellation.”
“Me neither,” August said. “Even if the board was nominating me to replace my dad as CEO, I would walk out of that meeting.”
“My place, then?” Michael asked. “Or want to meet up at your apartment?”
I chewed on my sandwich to buy myself a moment to think. I was embarrassed by my apartment. Compared to the nice places where they lived, mine was a dump. Heck, it was a dump even without the comparison. Not to mention all the film equipment I would need to put away.
“My place is dirty,” I said.
August snorted. “You could live in a literal landfill and it wouldn’t stop me from wanting to wedge you between the two of us and fuck you until you can’t move.”
“My place, then,” Michael said.
I went home to shower after work before driving back to Michael’s apartment. August wasn’t there yet, so Michael played bartender and made me a vodka cranberry. And then, before I could drink it, he grabbed me by the arms and started nuzzling at my neck.
“Nuh uh,” I said, using what willpower I could muster to make him stop. “You have to wait. This is agroupevening. Not just the two of us.”
Michael’s blue eyes shone with desire. “Fine. But when he gets here, I’m going to really lay into you.”
I bit my lip. “You promise?”
He answered with a sexy grin.
We shared a drink and talked about all the work I was taking on from Allison. August arrived in a flurry, throwing open the door and hurrying straight to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink.
“That’s not a good sign,” I said.
Michael stood up from the couch. “What’s wrong?”
“The board meeting.” August knocked back his drink and poured another. “We decided what to do about Allison’s position.”
“They aren’t going to backfill it, are they?” Michael asked. “Ginny can do all the work. It’s a waste of a position to…”