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Some prose in this chapter originally written by slanus

The night came quickly, and Carrie fell asleep soon after. She woke to a light knock on her door.

“Come in.” Troy entered, carrying a tray of food.

“Breakfast in bed?!” she squealed.

“Of course. With what you’ve been through in the past day, I thought it was important to let you know that not all men are asses.” Carrie smiled at him. He thought it was due to his charm. She wasn’t impressed by him at all. If anyone was shit, it was Troy. But that merely made her wet.

As much as the thought of Troy’s cock for breakfast aroused her, she wasn’t giving up that easily. This little game was still 90% for you. She could wait for her turn at fun if it meant giving you what you wanted - a long, drawn out, torturous day. She also wanted Troy to work for it. He was going to pay for what he did to you, she swore to herself, but the only way to execute that type of **** was to let him win for a time. But he needed to work for the win, to invest time and effort, so that his victory would feel real. Today would be a day of teasing the man she loved and the man she hated. Today was going to be a great day.

“What are your plans for the day?” she asked.

“I’ve got to show my face at the office for a few hours. It’ll be boring as hell, but dad does clock my hours.”

“Nepotism as well,” she thought. She'd be doing the universe a favor by bringing this guy down a notch or two.

“Oh, well, I can get a cab back to my-“

“You can stay here as long as you want. I found my sister’s swimwear and put it near the door to the back deck, if you want to use the pool. The basement has a game system setup if you’re into that.”

"Oh Troy, you are so sweet," she said, taking his hand as he stood over the bed. She expected him to lean in for a kiss. But he didn't. He gave her hand a squeeze and made his way out of the room.

"I left my phone number on a note under your plate. Check in with me at some point; it'll give me a chance to look busy." Troy made his way out the door, leaving Carrie alone in his home to plan her next moves. First off she saves Troy’s number and shoots him a text so that he’ll have hers too. Next, she calls you to help her plan. This was all your idea, after all.

“Hey babe, how’s your morning goingggg?” Carrie asks, a suggestive bend to her voice.

“Pretty boring if I say so myself. Just working.” You respond dryly.

“So Troy’s out of the house and I’m trying to figure out what to do now, so I figured I’d call the person who’s kind enough to give a gal like me to a guy like Troy and ask what you think I should do next.” Carrie explains. “Of course, if you don’t think you should have a say in what a dominant man like Troy does with me that’s okay too.” You contemplate her words for a little bit before coming up with your answer.