Every time I attend a signing event, Zo personally takes care of my security. And, honestly, it’s a bit of a pain in the ass, because his version of “security” means no photos of me, no selfies with fans, and absolutely no camera devices allowed anywhere near me.
“I haven’t.”
“Talk with him. He’ll need time to arrange security.”
I nod.
Zloban
My phone rings on the table, the distinct tone echoing through the office, a sound I haven’t heard in what feels like forever. I glance at the screen, and before even answering, I switch the camera feed from her room onto my desktop and project it on the bigger light screen in front of me. She’s sitting cross-legged on her bed, phone pressed to her ear.
“Hello, Dove,” I say, leaning back in my chair.
She presses her lips together. “I have a signing event after three days. Arrange the security.”
Before I can say anything, she pulls the phone away from her ear, and the call disconnects. I stay still for a moment, then turn the audio on from the camera.
She’s still sitting on the bed, staring at her phone, biting her lower lip. “Should I call him again?” she murmurs to herself.
A second later, she shakes her head and tosses the phone aside. “Absolutely not. He’ll think I want his attention.”
She exhales, then after a pause, snatches the phone again. “I’ll just say I want to make sure about the security,” she mutters.
Then she looks up at the ceiling and groans, clutching her chest. “I’m the world’s biggest idiot. I forget about staying mad the second I hear his voice.”
The phone lands beside her again with a thud. She pats her chest. “I won’t call him. He’s a selfish bastard, and I’m mad at him.”
A smirk curves on my lips as I pick up my phone and hit call.
The second it rings, she answers. “Yes?”
“Send me the details of the event,” I say, my voice low and even.
Her lips press together again, the faintest twitch threatening to turn into a smile.
“What details?”
“Location, timing, and who’s organizing it.”
“Don’t you have all my devices hacked? Why don’t you check on your own?”
“Right,” I say with a small, amused exhale. “I’ll check.”
“Oh wait,” she cuts in quickly, smirking. “I’ll send it to you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I tilt my head, playing along. “Why would I hurt myself?”
Her smirk widens. “You’ll see an email from my latest order.” She bites the corner of her mouth.
I rest my head back against the chair, but my gaze stays fixed on the projection of her face. “And?”
“And you’ll find out that I ordered a few dildos.”
My brow arches, I lean forward slightly. “You wouldn’t dare put something inside that pussy.”
Her cheeks instantly flush. On my screen, the color spreads beautifully.
“I will. And since you’ve got cameras in my room, you can enjoy the free porn.”
