“Thatwasn’t the deal,Static,” he reminds me. “Questions and answers for Mayhem, remember? So, if that’s what you want…”
Damn, my little prize is good.
I run my tongue along the fronts of my teeth as I spin back and forth in my chair, contemplating how I want to play this.
I could lie, and he’d never know, but the thought of lying to him feels…wrongsomehow. And even if this doesn’t last, I don’t want that between us.
Fuck it.
“Cedrick,” I spit the truth of my name between us and hope it doesn’t cost me everything.
“Cedrick…” he repeats, and my dick twitches hearing it spill from his lips.
“Fuck, darlin’.”
“What?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the onslaught of thoughts barging into my head at just that one fucking word falling from his lips has brought upon me.
“You’re just perfect,” I try to explain, but that makes me sound crazier, so I pinch my lips shut and leave it be.
“So… your name’s Cedrick.”
“Yes.”
“That’s not a lie, is it? Because I don’t think lies count.”
I huff a laugh. “No, little mouse. I thought about lying to you, but I don’t want that between us. It’s the truth—and I promise everything I tell you will be the truth.”
“How can I trust that?”
Itsk.“You’ll just have to. Just like I’ll have to trust that me giving you this means you’ll come to Mayhem.”
A pause. “Quid pro quo.”
I smirk. “Precisely.”
“Fine. I’ll call you later. I’m busy with my friends right now, so quit calling me every three seconds.”
I chuckle darkly. He’s so cute when he tries to be bossy. “All right, Madison.”
“Okay, bye.”
There’s a resounding click, and then, the line goes dead. I throw my head back with a cackle, delighted at this turn of events, despite what I’ve revealed about myself.
If I have to get vulnerable with him to get him back, then that’s what I’ll do.
I’ll do anything to win my little prize.
“Does he have you lookin’at your phone like that?” Kaser asks later that night as I sit in my chair, pathetically waiting for Madison to call me back.
I think he’s waiting so long on purpose… just to be a brat. But I don’t mind. If he wants to have this little bit of control, I’ll let him.
“Who else?” I mutter as I watch my darlin’ pace back and forth across his room, wearing a path in the carpet as he stares down at the phone in his hand. His jeans are loose around his hips, gaping perfectly with every step, and my mouth is watering to touch him there, to trace that path of smooth, tanned skin with my tongue.
“You’re fucking obsessed, Ricky.”
“I fuckin’ know,Kase,” I mock them back, using the same tone of sarcasm.
