@PhantomMenace: Why won’t you meet me?
I don’t reply.
We’ve had this conversation every week for the past two months. He’s been trying to convince me to meet up with him outside Euphoria, but I’m too scared. While he may love my body, I’m not ready to deal with the disappointment when he finds out who I am.
His next message comes through, and it causes my stomach to swoop.
@PhantomMenace: Do you think we know each other?
@HeavenlySiren: We agreed not to talk about this.
@PhantomMenace: I didn’t agree to anything.
@HeavenlySiren: Are you being a brat?
@PhantomMenace: Only if it means I can see you before next month.
@HeavenlySiren: I’m going now.
@PhantomMenace: Please?
@HeavenlySiren: Begging is unbecoming.
@PhantomMenace: Even when I’m naked and on my knees for you?
I swallow, my core clenching at the image. My nipples harden, and I run my hand over them, gasping at the sensation.
@PhantomMenace: I’m imagining the way your sweet curves fit into my hands.
@HeavenlySiren: Did I give you permission to touch?
@PhantomMenace: What will my punishment be if I say no?
@HeavenlySiren: Naughty boy … it sounds like someone wants some edging.
@PhantomMenace: Don’t tease me with a good time.
@PhantomMenace: Meet me.
@HeavenSiren: Please don’t ask me again. I can’t.
@PhantomMenace: I’ll be counting down the days, Angel.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I exit the app and toss my phone on my bed. While he distracted me from my problems with Mum, he’s also presented me with anotherproblem. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold him off from wanting to meet.
My phantom is too good to be true. I can’t deny my attraction to him, and the sex is off the charts amazing. Eventually, he’ll get tired of waiting, and he’s going to find someone who won’t hide her identity from him.
Chapter 3
Luca
Iclose my eyes and tilt my head back, letting the steaming hot water run over me as I shower after our game. It’s been two weeks since I heard from Angel. I messaged her a couple of times through the app, but she hasn’t replied. I’m worried I came on too strong begging her to meet me.
It’s not even about the sex, as hot as it is. There’s something about her that relieves all the pressure from Dad, my coach, school, soccer. When I’m with her, thinking about her, messaging her, I’m not Luca Whitford, Beckford’s golden boy. I’m just me. No spotlight. No bullshit. I’m just a guy talking to a girl who doesn’t treat me like a trophy.
A thud on the shower divider causes me to jump, and my eyes land on Theo Walters, my best mate and a massive pain in my arse.
“Drinks at Carter’s,” he says with a shit-eating grin.
