My dashboard lit up, and I felt giddy when I saw Sylas’s name.
“I’ll call you when I get back home. Sylas is calling me.”
“Damn. That dick must have been good if you’re kicking me to the curb already. Love you, bye.”
“Love you, too.” I connected Sylas’s call. “Hello.”
“Per my research, your flight landed almost three hours ago, and I haven’t received a text or call from you letting me know you made it home safely.”
“My bad, Sylas. I made it home safely, and I’m headed to my parents’ house for dinner.”
“Thank you. Was that hard?”
“No. Reaching out to you slipped my mind.”
“Oh, is that what it is? You’re not thinking about me.”
“What? No, that’s not true. I was just talking to Mena about you.”
“I’ll let you slide this time,” he teased.
“You’re a sweetheart.”
“Did you think I was a sweetheart when I was in that pussy?”
The memories of being filled by his length and girth sent chills through my body. He knew when to go slow or fast, when to go shallow or deep, and when to go soft or hard. I was looking forward to the next time Sylas took my mind and body to heights no other man had ever come close to taking me.
“Well, you are a Gemini.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Part sweetheart, part savage.”
“Which part do you like best?”
“I could never choose.”
“Good answer. So, how was your flight?”
“Much better than the first one. How was yours?”
“Smooth sailing. I fly out again tomorrow evening and won’t be back home for three days, then I’ll have three days off.”
“I have tomorrow off, then I’ll have some round-trip flights for a few days before I have two days off. At least I’ll get to sleep in my bed each night, though.”
“New hires get the worst schedules. I’ll see if I can talk to?—”
“No, Sylas. I don’t need you to talk to anyone. I’m good with whatever schedule they give me. At this point, I’m grateful to have a job.”
He sighed loud enough for me to hear before saying, “I’ll chill for now, but if our schedules don’t align within the next two weeks for us to spend some time together, I’m using my status and connections to do something about it.”
“I don’t?—”
“Khiya, don’t waste your breath, beautiful. It’s gon’ be hard as hell not seeing you for two weeks, but that’s where I’m drawing the fucking line. If I can pull some strings, I will.”
There was no sense in going back and forth, so I’d let him do whatever he thought was best.
“Just don’t do anything to get me fired or on anyone’s bad side.”
