The Heart System

Chapter 802: Chapter 802

I slowed the car and pulled the handbrake, bringing us to a stop outside Layla’s apartment building.

Layla shifted slightly in her seat and looked through the windshield at the building. After a quiet breath, she turned toward me with a small smile.

"So, that’s where I live," she said. "Thanks for dropping me off."

"No problem. Least I could do." I smiled. "And maybe I can get a discount now?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe is enough for me."

We both chuckled as the rain outside intensified, drumming against the roof of the car and blurring the streetlights through the windshield.

Her apartment building was only about ten minutes on foot from the sex shop, which explained why she could easily walk to work. It was a six-story building that had clearly seen better days. The exterior needed some maintenance, several of the windows had mismatched curtains, and the entrance looked like it had been repaired more than once. A small light above the doorway flickered every few seconds, while rainwater ran down the steps toward the street.

It wasn’t exactly a nice place, but I had seen worse. Hell, compared to some of the places I’d lived before, this building almost looked luxurious.

"I had fun today," Layla said. "Thank you."

"Same here. You’re good company. We should do it again sometime."

Layla removed my jacket from her shoulders and held it in her hands for a moment. She started to hand it back, but halfway through, she stopped and pulled it toward herself again. My hand had already brushed against the edge of the fabric before I realized what she was doing.

"I can’t," she said. "It reeks of milk. I need to clean it properly and give it back to you."

"Like I said, it’s fine. I can just take it."

"No. Please."

I smiled and nodded. "Well, then there’ll be a reason for me to visit the sex shop again. Free jacket cleaning and getting to see you. Two birds with one jacket."

She chuckled. "My God, you..."

Her laughter gradually faded, and she cleared her throat while looking down at the jacket.

"Thank you again."

"Yep."

Layla leaned toward me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Goodbye."

Before I could respond, she opened the door, stepped out into the rain, and closed it behind her. I watched her hurry toward the apartment entrance with my jacket in her hands. A few moments later, she disappeared inside.

I remained in the driver’s seat for a few seconds, letting the heater blow warm air toward my face while the rain continued falling heavily outside. I hadn’t expected a simple kiss on the cheek to make me feel this good. It wasn’t even sexual. It just felt nice knowing that Layla trusted me enough to spend time with me and let me into her life, even if only a little.

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WOMEN - INTERACTIONS

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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60

Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40

Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60

Kim: Interest: 100 / 100

Delilah: Interest: 100 / 100

Cora: Interest: 100 / 100

Mendy: Interest: 24 / 40

Nala: Interest: 100 / 100

Penelope: Interest: 25 / 40

Minne: Interest: 38 / 40

Ivy: Interest: 65 / 80

Eleanor: Interest: 25 / 40

Amelia: Interest: 14 / 20

Esme: Interest: 72 / 80

Carrie: Interest: 4/20

Layla: Interest: 20/40

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Oh, look at that. I’d earned another five points, bringing me up to twenty with Layla. The milestone reward gave me 250 credits, which wasn’t bad at all.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 23]

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EXP: 10650 / 42490

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Current Credits: 5025c

Current SC: 500

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"Okay," I muttered as I reversed out of the parking spot. "That’s nice. Really nice."

My phone rang from the holder on the dashboard. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice it for the first few seconds. When I finally heard it, I looked at the screen and saw that Emma was calling me at midnight. What did she want at this hour?

I swiped to answer. "Hello?"

"You’re coming here," Emma said. "There is no time to meet at the penthouse. One of my followers sent five hundred bucks for a private foot massage, and you’re the person he wants to do it."

"I... what?" I stared at the road. "No, Emma. Five hundred bucks? Are you serious? He paid you to... give me a footjob?"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Rich Assistant," she replied in her usual deadpan voice. "I don’t wipe my ass with hundred-dollar bills like you apparently do. Five hundred dollars is too much money for me to turn down."

"Find someone else. No way, Emma. No way."

"It’ll take time, and like I said before, I trust you. If Nala trusts you, I trust you." She paused briefly. "I need someone reliable, and you’re already familiar with how this works."

"Familiar? How am I familiar, please do tell me."

"You are. And you know it."

"Emma, I..." I slumped against the seat as I waited for the traffic light to change. "Will our faces be shown?"

"No. You can get to keep your secret identity, Spider-Man."

"So, let’s say I agreed... what do we do?"

"I’ll give you a footjob and we record that." She replied casually. "Nothing fancy."

"Wow. That much money for a simple footjob? He must be rich."

"He is. And no, Evan. Not a simple footjob." I could hear some sort of pride in her voice. "You’ll see when you come here."

"I... Emma, are you really, really, really sure our faces will be..."

"Yes. How many times do I have to tell you? We’ll wear masks. I have surgical masks ready." She cut in, then paused. "I think I asked you before, but I’ll ask again. You don’t have any tattoos, right?"

"No, I don’t."

"Good. I’m sending you my location. Be there in fifteen minutes, please."

"Fine," I sighed. "I’ll wait for the location."

I hung up and leaned back as the light turned green.

Apparently, getting paid for a private footjob was going onto my list of things I’d never expected to do. At this point, my life was getting strange enough that I wasn’t even surprised anymore.

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