Gwen
Cedric’s phone started ringing, cutting through the heat of the moment like a bucket of cold water. He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and immediately sat up, pulling his phone from his pocket.
I frowned, still flushed and breathless. “Why is it that every time we wanna do it, we always get an interruption?”
He didn’t answer me. He was just staring at his phone, his face tense. I knew something was wrong.
“Is everything all right?” I asked, sitting up beside him.
He sighed softly. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“Can you give me about $3,000 right now?”
My eyes widened. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice tight. “If you are willing to give me. Like, I will do everything you want me to do. Even if I’ll have to bark like a dog.”
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