“Revea, tell Kaiden your underwear is mine—”
There’s a muffled sound, like a phone being passed, followed by a low, tense exchange in the background.
“Hola, mami,” Luc murmurs. I can practically hear his smirk. “Sorry for the interruption. Kaiden’s currently negotiating with Sylvan, and I don’t think that’s going well.” Then his voice drops. “Why didn’t we get any underwear?”
I’m shaking my head as I chuckle. “Goodnight, Luc. Speak soon.” I end the call.
A few minutes pass, and I’m halfway through my food when my phone flashes. I reach for it.
You’ve been added to group chat ‘Not in the five-year plan’
A laugh bursts out of me. This has to be Luc. When I open the chat, I’m proven right:
Luciano: I’m still open to other group names, but this onereallycalls to me.
Valentin: It’s good.
Sylvan: *thumbs up*
Kaiden: Seewhat Revea thinks
Me: I mean… you’re not wrong. Subtle reminder to stay away?
Luciano: Hold on.
Group chat name changed to ‘Not in the five-year plan (yet)’
Luciano: ;)
I don’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.
Revea
“Want me to nip over to the house in a few days?”
“No,” I say, too blunt. I quickly add, “No need, Rue. Margret’s got it covered. She lives closer than you, and I’ll only be gone for seven days.”
“Okay… if you’re sure.”
“Yep.” I let out a relieved sigh, hitching my carry-on higher over my shoulder. Phew, that was close.
“And while I’ve got you on the phone and you can’t use work as an excuse… what’s going on with you and my bosses?”
“Seriously, Rue?” I finally make it to my terminal. Most of the seats are empty because I’m a few hours early. “They might be your bosses, but whatever is or isn’t going on has nothing to do with you.”
He grumbles something unintelligible. “Just… tell me they’re treating you right.”
If he means tipping me into my first-ever heat spike and all four of them giving me an orgasm that I’m still having vivid flashbacks from, then yes, they’re treating meprettywell.
“Rue, keep digging, and I’ll stop answering your calls.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll stop.” He sighs. “See you at Rowan’s next Sunday to facetime Mum and our dads?”
“You know it. Bye, Rue. I’ll text you. Love you.”
“Bye, Re-Re. Be safe. Love ya.”
Rowan already called this morning during my taxi ride here. He’s been working crazy hours recently, hunting down omega traffickers his team has recently gained intel on.
