What are you up to tonight, Annie? Want to come over for dinner?
*missed call from Jules*
You’re not at rehearsal, are you? I didn’t drive you.
Are you at work? You told me you quit your job.
*missed call from Jules*
Evangeline, where are you? I came by, and you weren’t at home.
*missed call from Jules*
Are you at Mia’s?
*missed call from Jules*
*missed call from Jules*
*missed call from Jules*
Evangeline, answer me.
*missed call from Jules*
*missed call from Jules*
*missed call from Jules*
*missed call from Jules*
Evangeline.
A steady,buzzing sound woke me from a lazy nap back in Alek’s bed. Both of us passed out after we’d managed to drag ourselves from the bath. My body was sore and spent, ready to rest for the entire weekend. Which, thankfully, I could do, because I didn’t have rehearsals for a couple of days.
Groaning, I rolled on my side and tried to bury my head into the pillow. Alek followed behind me, wrapping his whole body around me and placing sleepy kisses on my naked shoulder. I smiled, arching my body into his like a cat.
I wasn’t sure I could go another round, but if he asked me, I wouldn’t turn him down. Alek must have been thinking the same thing, because his hand started to slide down my body to my waiting thighs.
“I can’t get enough of you, solnyshka. I am addicted,” Alek said, his accent thickening as his voice roughened.
Sometimes, when his emotions clouded his head, it did that. Alek once told me that both of his parents had heavy accents, and he’d inherited a mixture of the two, though he admitted his skewed more toward his father’s because he grew up surrounded more by the Russian side of his family. His grandfather was the one who brought the Drakovs here to the city, though Alek said they visited Russia frequently. His mother, on the other hand, emigrated from Italy when she was very young.
According to Alek, his family was very close-knit. He was forced to go to multiple dinners a month with his mother, who kept insisting on meeting me, to my utter glee, and Nikolai was almost always glued to his side. The Drakovs were fiercely protective of one another, a trait Alek had clearly inherited, as he’d insisted many times that he would do anything for me.
Even die for me.
It was that protectiveness, that possessiveness, I thought of as Alek’s hands spread my thighs apart and?—
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
I abruptly sat up, my mind awake enough to recognize that sound. “Crap,” I hissed under my breath, my hands searching everywhere for my phone. I jumped off the bed and began to search through the disarray on the floor, finally finding it in my purse.
Ten missed calls.
I hadtenmissed calls from my older brother.
“Crap, crap, crap,” I said before I clicked the green button, raising my phone to my ear with a wide smile. “Hi, Jules?—”
