And Liam.Sweet, nervous, “blushes when someone says the word blowjob,” Liam.
They were running an adult entertainment company.
And not just running it.Thriving.
There were headshots of models, men, mostly, all bronzed and muscular and grinning with that practiced porn-star charm.There were links to interviews with Liam and Jack talking about “brand expansion” and “sex-positive representation in media.”
I dropped the phone on my chest and just… stared at the ceiling again.
Of all the plot twists my life could throw at me, this was definitely in the top three.
I thought about Marvin, my old cellmate.The one who spent months being way too into me and way too vocal about it.Marvin thought I had the dick of death.In fact, he said I had a porn star cock on multiple occasions.
The idea wormed its way into my head before I could stop it.
Maybe… Maybe I could find work with them.
Not on camera.Jesus.No way.I wasn’t about to have sex with strangers on film just to make rent.
...Or was I?
I pressed the heel of my palm to my forehead.
Focus, Bradley.
I mean… I had a degree.Law, for fuck’s sake.Never took the bar, but still.I wasn’t bringing nothing to the table.Maybe they needed help behind the scenes?Contracts?HR?Hell, I’d sweep floors if it meant I didn’t have to share another bathroom with four strangers and a questionable brown stain near the drain.
I picked up the phone again.My thumb hovered over Jack’s contact.
Would he even answer?
Would he cuss me out?Hang up?
Maybe.Probably.
But I didn’t have a choice.
I closed my eyes, counted to three like I was about to jump off a bridge, and hit dial.
The line rang twice.
Then three times.
I was already mentally preparing for voicemail.Maybe that’d be better, honestly.Safer.I could leave some pathetic, rambling message and then throw my phone in the East River and never check for a callback.
But on the fourth ring…
Click.
“Bradley?”Jack’s voice came through, hesitant and soft, like he wasn’t sure if he was answering a scam call or hearing a ghost.“Is this… really you?”
I froze.
My throat closed up like it was physically rejecting words.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out.No air, no sound.Just static in my brain and panic in my chest.
Jesus Christ, Bradley.Say something.
