She doesn’t do dates. She does one night stands and dirty hook ups and has been living her best life doing so.
“Why not? The guy seems to be obsessed with you, but just be careful. You still don’t know exactly how he’s managed to owna club at twenty four years of age. Actually…” I pause, turning to face her fully.
“Other than how good he is in bed, what do you know about him?”
“He’s six foot three, Russian, fights in some MMA thing and fucks like a champion. What else should I know?” My best friend actually says all that with a straight face. She’s going to give me a heart attack one of these days.
“While all that is great knowledge for a casual fling, I feel like you should maybe know a bit more about him before it goes further Ali. I just don’t want you getting hurt, or I don’t know, murdered maybe?”
“Okay so should I go for dinner with him then? You can give me a list of questions to ask him and I can find out everything you want to know about him mom.” She replies sarcastically. Just as I’m about to tell her to piss off we both see the UPS van pull up outside the shop.
“OMG ITS HERE!!” We scream excitedly together. The book delivery we have been waiting on since opening this morning is finally here and we rush outside to meet the driver to help bring in the boxes of copies, but he gets out of the van holding only a single box.
“Uhhh, Willow Miller?” He looks between us both.
“Yeah thats me?” I respond confused as hell. He hands me the box, gets back in his van and drives off. No boxes of books, just one small box that wouldn’t even have a single book in it.
“What did you order?” Alina asks behind me as we both make our way back into the shop. I set the box down on the counter and grab a pair of scissors to cut the tape off it.
“Nothing? Maybe my parents or Lisa have sent me another little something for my birthday and it’s arrived late.” I say unwrapping the packaging. When I’ve taken all the paper away I gasp.
“No fucking way…” Alina whispers in surprise beside me.
Fucking way, because staring back at me is a brand new, in perfect condition exact match of my phone that was smashed up last night.
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Pacing back and forth in our apartment gripping the new phone in my hand, I don’t know what to do. It’s ten thirty, Alina and I have been home for hours and have talked for I don’t know how long about whether I should text the only number that was already put into my contact list.
“You’re making me dizzy Wills. Just text him!” She says as I look at the number and the name its under for the thousandth time.
Dragna.
God how could his name match him so perfectly. He really is a hot, huge, unforgiving dragon of a man.
“Alina I can’t. I don’t know whether I’m taken back by his kindness, confused as to how he knew my full name and the address of where we worked, or angry as hell that he thinks he can just send me a new phone and I’ll grovel to him like a charity case. Why else would he leave his number in here. He obviously wants me to text or call him to say thank you.”
Just as I’m about to go off on another rant, the phone dings. There was already a new sim card in it so nobody has this number to be able to text me.
“Willow if you don’t look at that phone right now and tell me big sexy dragon man has text you I swear to god I’m going to slap you.” Alina says jumping from the sofa and running over to me.
I feel a knot in my stomach. Surely he hasn’t actually text me. There’s no way the man who seemed irritated at the fact Iexist, who has literally spoke a few sentences to me and only sent me a phone to save face has actually text me.
“You’re killing me girl. Please check your phone.” Alina continues beside me.
“I can’t Ali. I’m too freaked out, you do it.” I shove the phone into her hand and she looks down at it before shoving it back into my hands.
“It’s your phone! You do it!” She screeches back at me.
“I can’t!” I shout as I shove it back in her hand and this time it takes her all but two seconds of realising she’s now holding the phone again before turning it over, unlocking it and falling into the makeshift nook of our bay window reading the message.
Her eyes go wide and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Incase you ever need anything. Dragna.” She says in a mock Russian accent, absolutely swooning.
And just like that, I feel the air rush out of my lungs.
Chapter Nine
