It was probably nothing and most likely one of my dumb jokes about him being a kid. But what if that’s not it?
With the grace of an elephant on roller blades, I lift my head off the table where I apparently spent the night. I should be freezing but I’m not and it’s most obviously due to the blanket on my shoulders.
The soft buzz of my phone sends another jolt of pain through my skull.
“Who’s calling me now?” I press the green button and put the call on speaker.
“Did you just wake up?” the dark and familiar voice echoes on the other end.
“Jason,” I groan. “What’s up?”
I hear some rustling on his end of the call as he replies, “You were a mess last night. Just wanted to check on you.”
“What do you mean? How do you-” I slam my head on the table. “What did I do again?”
He laughs. “You called me at around three a.m. completely wasted and rambled about some nonsense.”
“What exactly did I say?” I ask, begging the universe for some of my dignity back.
“You said some cute things,” he teases, with a lustrous tone. “Seemed like you had a lot on your chest.”
I hit my forehead against the oak and groan again. I shouldn’t have gotten drunk. I knew I called him, but I don’t remember whatever crap I managed to utter.
“I liked hearing all about your heavy feelings, you know?” he says, definitely smiling behind the phone. “You should confide in me more often.”
What the fuck did I tell him? Ugh, I’m never drinking again. “Just forget whatever I said. I was drunk and out of my mind, clearly.”
He chuckles, his voice dropping to a sensual murmur. “I’d like to hear you say it all again but sober and to my face.”
“I’d have to know what I said to repeat it.”
His voice drops to a quieter tone as I hear people talking behind him. Is he at the office? “You mentioned being lonely andthat the only way for you to forget that loneliness is either by spending time with the brat or being in my arms.”
I blush, sliding my hand over my face. “You’re lying.”
“You did say that. I don’t know why you like that orphan so much. I’m better in every way.”
“Don’t call him that. We literally got into an argument because you keep saying stuff like that. So, keep your immature rudeness to yourself, Jason.”
He grunts. “Fine. Though you did say that you wanted to fuck me.”
“Stop teasing me,” I mumble. “And just forget I called, please.”
“No can do.”
“Jerk,” I mutter and he laughs.
I slide the blanket off me and fold it on the table. “What else did I say?”
“Mhm, you weren’t very coherent to be honest. You said something about Amira giving you a free therapy session. Is she that Bengali friend of yours?”
“Yeah, it’s her. I can’t believe I rambled about that too. Did I say something else?” I ask, apprehensively. “I don’t know. Maybe about Visha?”
He remains silent for a few seconds and then I hear the massive eye roll when he replies, “You can’t stop talking about him, can you?”
“Answer the question.”
“No, you didn’t mention him. For once.”
