gown and heels.
I knew what he must think of me, still getting naked after all this time. What did I have to show for it? Thousands of nude pictures of myself everywhere from book covers to catalogs to Internet websites. I had no degree and no prospects other than getting naked for another decade. What a disaster.
I stared at the entertainment center and eighteen-inch flat screen that I’d bought back in the beginning of my modeling career when I thought money would flow into my hands forever. At least I still had some furniture. I hadn’t had to sell all of it. Cash, on the other hand, I did not have. I’d been so naive.
Stacy and I lived in an older building, but the interiors had been upgraded right before we moved in five years ago. Apartments like these were economical, utilitarian, and inexpensive for Seattle. The appliances in the galley kitchen near the entrance still seemed fairly new, but the white carpet that covered the entire apartment had started to look dingy.
I lifted myself from the couch and tugged at the zipper on my dress, until it fell to the floor. I took a big breath and let it back out again now that my breasts were liberated from the dress. I kicked off my shoes and sighed in relief.
Nude except for a g-string, I staggered to my bed and climbed under the sheets. Stacy would be pissed that I left my clothes on the floor, but I couldn’t make myself get up to put them away.
My eyes fluttered as I looked at the popcorn ceiling. The ceilings were obviously a detail that had been left out of the remodel. I hated them every time I looked at them. I wondered what kind of ceiling Billy had. Crap. William Black the billionaire .
I couldn’t believe it. I mean, of course I could believe it. His rise to fame had been well documented in all the local and national papers. They wrote about William Black as far away as Australia and Hong Kong.
I never understood how Billy had created OpenPortal. I don’t think I even really understood Billy at all. No matter how close we had been, no matter how much time we spent together, he had always been beyond me, in some little world of his own.
Memories of the dark basement room where he used to live flashed through my mind. It always smelled faintly of mold and cat down there. When he wasn’t hunched over his computer writing code or playing video games, we would lie in his little bed and hold each other or make love for hours. I fell asleep remembering the sound of Billy’s voice as he whispered in the crook of my neck, under the warmth of his covers.
I woke to the sound of the door closing and Stacy’s heels clicking on the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Pulling myself out of bed, I wiped my eyes and slung on a red silk robe with a print of cherry blossoms across the fabric.
Trudging down the hall, I leaned against the doorframe that led into the living room. Stacy flipped the switch on the coffee maker and boiling water gurgled through the filter into the pot.
“Morning,” I said, groaning. She swung around and blinked at me with a wide smile on her baby-doll face. Her hair was tousled but otherwise, she looked fantastic, the complete opposite of how I must have looked this morning.
“Morning!” she sang, pulling a coffee cup from the cabinet.
“Good night? How did it go with that stockbroker?”
“Oh, Zoe. It was absolutely magical! He took me back to his place. He had a condo in Queen Anne with the most fantastic view. The things he did to me…”
“That’s fine. I don’t need to know the details.” Usually, I’d be up for a story about one of Stacy’s conquests but this morning the idea just grossed me out. I felt a vile pit in my stomach as if I might hurl at any moment.
She smirked and crossed the room with a cup of coffee that she thrust into my hands. I took it and scuttled toward the couch to sit down. She still had on the sparkly mini dress and her silver fuck-me-pumps from the night before. That must have been one hell
I knew what he must think of me, still getting naked after all this time. What did I have to show for it? Thousands of nude pictures of myself everywhere from book covers to catalogs to Internet websites. I had no degree and no prospects other than getting naked for another decade. What a disaster.
I stared at the entertainment center and eighteen-inch flat screen that I’d bought back in the beginning of my modeling career when I thought money would flow into my hands forever. At least I still had some furniture. I hadn’t had to sell all of it. Cash, on the other hand, I did not have. I’d been so naive.
Stacy and I lived in an older building, but the interiors had been upgraded right before we moved in five years ago. Apartments like these were economical, utilitarian, and inexpensive for Seattle. The appliances in the galley kitchen near the entrance still seemed fairly new, but the white carpet that covered the entire apartment had started to look dingy.
I lifted myself from the couch and tugged at the zipper on my dress, until it fell to the floor. I took a big breath and let it back out again now that my breasts were liberated from the dress. I kicked off my shoes and sighed in relief.
Nude except for a g-string, I staggered to my bed and climbed under the sheets. Stacy would be pissed that I left my clothes on the floor, but I couldn’t make myself get up to put them away.
My eyes fluttered as I looked at the popcorn ceiling. The ceilings were obviously a detail that had been left out of the remodel. I hated them every time I looked at them. I wondered what kind of ceiling Billy had. Crap. William Black the billionaire .
I couldn’t believe it. I mean, of course I could believe it. His rise to fame had been well documented in all the local and national papers. They wrote about William Black as far away as Australia and Hong Kong.
I never understood how Billy had created OpenPortal. I don’t think I even really understood Billy at all. No matter how close we had been, no matter how much time we spent together, he had always been beyond me, in some little world of his own.
Memories of the dark basement room where he used to live flashed through my mind. It always smelled faintly of mold and cat down there. When he wasn’t hunched over his computer writing code or playing video games, we would lie in his little bed and hold each other or make love for hours. I fell asleep remembering the sound of Billy’s voice as he whispered in the crook of my neck, under the warmth of his covers.
I woke to the sound of the door closing and Stacy’s heels clicking on the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Pulling myself out of bed, I wiped my eyes and slung on a red silk robe with a print of cherry blossoms across the fabric.
Trudging down the hall, I leaned against the doorframe that led into the living room. Stacy flipped the switch on the coffee maker and boiling water gurgled through the filter into the pot.
“Morning,” I said, groaning. She swung around and blinked at me with a wide smile on her baby-doll face. Her hair was tousled but otherwise, she looked fantastic, the complete opposite of how I must have looked this morning.
“Morning!” she sang, pulling a coffee cup from the cabinet.
“Good night? How did it go with that stockbroker?”
“Oh, Zoe. It was absolutely magical! He took me back to his place. He had a condo in Queen Anne with the most fantastic view. The things he did to me…”
“That’s fine. I don’t need to know the details.” Usually, I’d be up for a story about one of Stacy’s conquests but this morning the idea just grossed me out. I felt a vile pit in my stomach as if I might hurl at any moment.
She smirked and crossed the room with a cup of coffee that she thrust into my hands. I took it and scuttled toward the couch to sit down. She still had on the sparkly mini dress and her silver fuck-me-pumps from the night before. That must have been one hell
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