UNKNOWN
Welcome home, rockstar.
You looked really cute in those shorts earlier.
My senses perk at the realization that she’s already seen me since coming home.Shit. Did she see me in the car with Gemma?
I stare at the messages, debating whether to text her back.
I shouldn’t.
I should just let it be, let our relationship return to being one-sided. She shouldn’t get my attention.
However, right now, I’m kind of pissed at her. I’m pissed that she’s invading what could be good for me. I’m pissed that she has a chokehold on me after all these years. I’m pissed that she came back.
Most of all, I’m pissed that I still don’t know who she is.
And right now, I’m entirely too eager to pick a fight.
Oh, hi.
I thought you’d forgotten about me.
Busy days.
Did you miss me?
I don’t know what to reply with.
A snappy comment might land me territory I’m not prepared for.
Eh. Fuck it.
What’s there to miss? You’re practically invisible to me.
Really? Were my fingers invisible to you the other night?
I was asleep.
I think that wet pussy of yours knew exactly who was touching it.
I grind my teeth, hating how much she’s right.
Of course I knew who was fucking touching me in those pathetic glimpses.
I’ll make up for my absence soon.
My gaze drags around the room, staggering on any dark corners or shadows. She could come by at any moment, even be in the room already. I don’t know what’s gotten into me that I’m in a challenging mood, why I want to tempt her right now.
I’m biting my tongue when I reply again.
Don’t bother.
I’ve met someone.
The reply is immediate.
You mean your very pretty new bodyguard?
