[img]https://i.imgur.com/cwoTCUg.png[/img] [indent][color=91C82F]𝙰 𝙸 𝙳 𝙴 𝙽 πš† 𝙴 𝙸 𝙽 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙽[/color][/indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/cwoTCUg.png[/img] [indent][color=gray][b]β€œ[color=white]I’ve missed you.[/color]”[/b] Aiden held the smoke until it felt like his lungs were swelling out of his chest and released it smoothly, watching the stream cloud the air in front of him like a steam train chugging to nowhere. He wanted to roll his eyes at his β€œbenefactor’s” sentiments, but his face felt way too numb with the alcohol buzzing his brain and the marijuana turning his nerves to sludge. Richard Leeson, his main sugar daddy, stood up and buttoned his white shirt with his back turned to him. He wasn’t that attractive to Aiden – he was a seventy-one year old man, after all – but he had hella money and knew what he was doing in bed. Still, Aiden was being paid to make him feel wanted and the nineteen year old did always pride himself on being a hard-worker. Richard only jumped slightly when Aiden rested his chin on his shoulder and slung his arm possessively around his chest from behind, [b]β€œ[color=91C82F]Going back to the wife already, Dick?[/color]”[/b] Richard’s chest puffed with laughter and Aiden could feel the vibrations under his hands, [b]β€œ[color=white]Was that a nickname or name-calling, babe?[/color]”[/b] [b]β€œ[color=91C82F]Both.[/color]”[/b] Aiden replied cheekily, pressing a chaste kiss to Richard Leeson’s chin. [b]β€œ[color=white]Stop,[/color]”[/b] Richard grunted, [b]β€œ[color=white]if you keep teasing me I won’t be able to leave and [i]β€˜the wife’[/i] is expecting me soon.[/color]”[/b] [b]β€œ[color=91C82F]Fine, fine.[/color]”[/b] Aiden removed himself from Richard’s back to stab his blunt into the ashtray by his bed. β€œI’ll see you soon then, yeah?” [b]β€œ[color=white]Of course, babe.[/color]”[/b] Richard kissed him a bit longer than necessary before leaving the condo. Once he heard the door shut, Aiden flopped back onto his back and pulled up his phone to scroll through his texts from his other sugar daddies. He scrolled past messages from the sugar daddies that knew he was back in town and sent off messages to the ones who didn’t. Most of his sugar daddies wanted to continue their contract, but some didn’t text back which left Aiden a little bit bitter. Being a sugar baby was effort, pretending to be attracted to old flabby men, and they should’ve appreciated him a hell of a lot more. Business was going to be slow this next week.[/color][/indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/dXcsLFi.png[/img] [indent][color=D6BEE1]πš–πš’πš•πš•πš’πšŽ πš“πšŽπšŠπš—[/color][/indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/dXcsLFi.png[/img] [color=gray][indent]Millie Jean felt relieved when Georgie left her, but she also felt a bit bereft. It was a weird feeling – not wanting to be near anyone yet yearning to be wanted nearby. Such contradicting thoughts gave her a headache and running into Georgie left a taste in her mouth that made her decide to go home, whether it would hurt Bea’s feelings or not. The walk back home was blurry – she walked on autopilot, sometimes tugging on Puppy’s leash to stop her from running off and halfway through she must have picked up Pepper but she doesn’t really remember doing it. Upon entering the house, she rushed to her room and released the cats from their leashes. She should text Bea and tell her sorry or make up some excuse – it sounded like a lot of effort, though. Instead, Millie Jean sat and watched her butterflies flutter within their terrarium and wondered if she was cruel for keeping them there. 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Instead of starting it and driving back to the house, he sat in silence – didn’t even turn on his Bluetooth. The bag with his new phone sat in the seat next to him. He had bought the most expensive model he could find despite knowing it wouldn’t even put a dent in his funds; still, it was the only rebellious thing he could do. Salem rested his forehead on the steering wheel and wished he was back in New York. He doesn’t want to call his dad and he doesn’t want to see Marisol (Marisol who was his, his, his last night in his arms and was so warm and soft and [i]perfect[/i]) with that rat-faced Sonny. In New York, things were a lot simpler. It was funny he had only been in Palm Beach for two weeks and already everything that was precariously balancing on the edge was falling. His relationship with his dad had finally burned through his tough skin and there were so many more things Salem wanted to say to his dad, things he knew he wouldn’t be able to take back, but he wanted to say them anyways. His relationship with his mother remained the same, but he could feel the peace between them fracturing and one tap would cause their perfect vase of a relationship to break. Meanwhile, Gwen – god, what was he going to do with Gwen. It must be all the Vitamin D he’s getting that’s making him so impulsive. Or maybe this is who he is, and he’s just like his father instead of his mother (and fuck if he hadn’t already known that, known that he was a waste of space and a fuck-up and a filthy –). Salem should call his dad. Picking up his phone, he scrolled down his contacts which had been transported from his old phone’s backup, and thumped a name on impulse. The ringing felt like a knife about to clatter onto the floor. [b]β€œ[color=e6faff]Hello?[/color]”[/b] [b]β€œ[color=8BCCC5]Hey, Gwen, sorry I hadn’t called. My phone broke.[/color]”[/b] [/indent][/color]