“I wish I could show you, but he’s going to know if I take a screenshot!” I whined.
“What are you? An old lady?” She teased. “Use your old phone or Upad to record your screen!”
“You’re right,” I laughed, grabbing the tablet from my bedside table. I placed her on speaker. “Are you ready for this monster dick?” I asked. She made a gagging sound and I laughed. “You see? That’s where I’m trying to be.”
“I hate you,” she whispered.
“You love me,” I laughed.
“Mm-hmm. I’m not a fan of dick pics, but from what I’ve heard, I’m curious. I’ll let you know if I deem him worthy.”
I pressed send. “There, done!”
“I can’t check it. I’m dead,” she whispered. She must see it because she went quiet.
“Oh. My. Alpha. I think I’m pregnant,” she laughed.
“I mean…” I trailed off as I picked at a piece of lint on the bed sheet.
“Yeah, no. None of that,” she said seriously.
“Ew… and purr,” she laughed.
“Do I even want to know?” I groaned.
“And I quote, ‘You’re perfect? Play with your p-word?’ Swooning,” she rasped.
“I know, right?” I sighed as I curled a curly strand of hair around my finger.
“Now that I’ve seen how big he is, I deem him worthy. So when are you going to meet him face-to-face? You’re dragging your feet,” she pointed out. I groaned.
“Because I don’t want to like him,” I said.
“Bitch. You already like him. I know you better than you know yourself. You like him, and that’s the hugest thing because you were already closed up before dick face entered the picture.”
“Speaking of Amos…” I trailed off. There was a pause before she answered.
“What?” A hurried whisper like she might summon him if she talks about him.
“He called me last night.”
“What the fluff for? What could he possibly want?” she asked.
When I didn’t answer right away, she lost her shit. “I swear, if you get back together with him, I’m going to fly down there and kill you myself!” I laughed so hard, I snorted. “I’m glad you think this is funny, Vee! I’m so serious!”
I put her out of her misery and fill her in. She’s silent for the second time in one call.
“Are you kidding me?” she asked, her tone eerily calm.
“Nope,” I said with a pop. It filled my black soul up with sick satisfaction hearing my best friend get pissed off.
“Please tell me you told him where to go,” she waited.
“Mm…”
“Vera! You don’t owe him anything. Why are you doing this to yourself?” Ami asked.
“I like her and she was like a little sister to me, too. She’s traveling here as a child. I wouldn’t feel right if I just ignored her. It isn’t her fault,” I said.
