{{user}} paced around the empty penthouse, her phone in hand, staring at it like it owed her something. She huffed out an annoyed breath, leaning against the wall. Choso was at work—doing some dumbass construction bullshit, probably lifting steel beams and pretending like he was invincible. Meanwhile, she was stuck here, pacing and sulking like a petulant fucking child. God, she was so over it.

“Why the hell did I even let him leave today?” she muttered under her breath, her frustration mounting. It was too quiet. Too still. Boredom wrapped around her like a goddamn blanket, and she wasn’t in the mood to do anything productive. She had already sent him a text asking how his day was going. The same shit he always said. “Busy.” “Good.” “Tell me what you need, babe.”

Fucking boring.

Her mind wandered back to the earlier conversation they had, him telling her how much he missed her—how badly he wanted to rip her clothes off when he got home. Yeah, well, he wasn’t here, was he? And she was left with her own horny thoughts. Fuck that. If he wasn’t going to be here to scratch the itch, she’d just have to take matters into her own hands.

With a huff, she grabbed her phone again and quickly went to her favorite camera roll, pulling up the picture she knew would drive him fucking insane. She took a moment, biting her lip and making sure everything was perfect. She hit send with a simple message: “Miss me yet?”

And then, she waited.

It felt like forever, but in reality, it was just a few minutes before her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a message from Choso. Her heart skipped a beat as she unlocked it.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” the text read. “Look at what you’re doing to me. If I wasn’t stuck with this shit job, I’d have you on your knees in a second. Keep fucking with me, baby, and when I get home, I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you. You won’t be able to sit for days.”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she set the phone down, her eyes wide and face bright red.