“What friend?” Max, our other brother, shouts from beside Tommy.
“Oh, for God's sake. Look what you have done now,” Lucy groans.
I have tears running down the side of my face from all of the laughing. Lucy, on the other hand, is redder than a beetroot from all of her embarrassment. Serves her right for how she tried to interrogate me. Which has only pissed me off more that Luke hasn’t texted me, and how bothered by it I am.
When everyone carries on chatting, and I finally get my chance to escape, I run into the house for a bit of peace and quiet. I love being here, and I love being with them, but I also need some time on my own. Funny how I brought my phone with me, just in case, on the off chance, the one person I don’t want to hide from calls me.
Nope. I can't do this. I'm not being this girl who waits around for a man to reach out. I’m a grown arse woman, and if I want to speak to a man, I should bloody well be brave enough to pick up the phone myself.
That is… until my phone starts to vibrate inthe palm of my hand.
Oh fuck, shit, ahh, fuck.
It's him. And it’s a video call, and I have no idea what I look like.
Quicker than I ever have in my life, I drag the bobble out of my hair and whip my head from side to side, almost giving myself whiplash. I drag my fingers under my eyes to clear any of my smeared makeup, which I don’t even know for sure if I'm actually wearing, then lift the phone to give me the best angle before finally answering.
The second the call connects, my breath halts. God, even over the phone he looks edible. His hair is dishevelled, his shirt buttons open, and a large smile takes over his face. Even his teeth are perfect.
“Hi,” I breathe out, my own smile matching his.
“Baby,” he hums. “Were you trying to torment me by not contacting me? I gave you as long as I could before I caved.” He chuckles.
“Honestly? I gave up a few seconds before you called,” I admit, biting my bottom lip. The feeling of being honest like this is strange, but something about him makes me want to be.
“If only I’d waited a few minutes more,” he muses. “How are you? You look absolutely breathtaking, Fallon.”
I can feel the blush work its way up my cheeks.
“I’m good, it’s getting a little repetitive now, though. How are you? Work all okay?”
“Work is busy as always,” he shrugs. “I’ve been working more than usual since you abandoned me. Do you have any clue when you'll be coming home?”
“Someone is cutting straight to the point,” I laugh.
“I’m not the kind of guy who beats around the bush, Fallon. I want you, and I miss you. Put me out of my misery,” he groans dramatically.
“What part of me are you missing?” I tease.
“Fallon,” he drawls out, his head dropping back against his chair.
“Okay. I’m kidding. But honestly? I don’t know. I guess I’m stuck here until the danger around Maya is cleared?”
I asked the security guys today about it, and they're under the impression it’s going to be weeks, if not months. It all depends on how long her dick head ex-boyfriend stays in hiding. Not only is he a manipulating, abusive arse hole, but my own personal cock blocker too.
“Listen, I want you to stay there until it’s safe, but I also want to fly over there right now and slap your arse for leaving me for so long,” he complains.
If this were anyone else, I’d take that sentence as a threat. But knowing Luke, it’s a promise. A very good kind of promise, too.
“Oh yeah? Would you bend me over yourknee and tell me how terrible I am?” I whisper, then bite my bottom lip.
“Oh, Fallon, I would do much more than that,” he winks. “Show me what you’re wearing, and I will help you to imagine exactly what I would do.”
My eyes widen in delight. I am not one to shy away from anything sexual, but this is something new that I have never tried before. Placing my hand behind me on the bed, I lean back slightly and lift my phone above me to give him a better view.
“Fuck, Fal. That bikini looks…”
“Fallon!” Max shouts from the other side of the door. “We’re all heading out in five, hurry your arse up.”
