“Of course, I did. The phone is not yours anymore.”
“If you wanted a pink cell phone with a cherry blossom phone case, I could’ve referred you to a local Verizon or AT&T. You had no right to touch anything on mine.”
Her small hands moved to her hips, and the anger radiating off her was beginning to rekindle something inside of me. I loved when she fought me, and as my expression changed, she quickly clamped her mouth closed.
“What’s the message?” I asked her as I scrolled through her contacts list until I found the one titled Daddy in between multiple hearts on each side. They too were pink, and I’d always had a complete disdain for that color until I looked back at her and arched a brow as I waited.
Her pink lips were pursed together, and remembering them wrapped back around my cock made me want to memorize them. They were the same shade as her lower lips, which already spread so beautifully for me like petals on a flower. Maybe pink wasn’t the worst color after all.
“Well?”
“I... ahh... Just tell him ‘Happy Birthday! I wish I could be there to celebrate with you. We’ll get together when I get back. Until then, I love you, and I hope you enjoy your day.’ After, add X... heart... X... heart...”
I quickly typed up the message, and I had almost thought she was fucking with me over the rest, but as my finger pulled previous messages up, she sure as hell did end her text messages to him with that.
Such a fucking girl!I copied it from a previous message, then pasted it behind the message I’d just composed. When finished, I went to pocket the cell phone, but she looked at it and me with hopeful eyes.
“I’m not texting anyone else tonight,” I told her, and she quickly shook her head.
“No, I didn’t want to tell anyone anything, but I was just wondering if there were any texts... erm... messages from anyone to me since the last time.”
“Messages from who?” I asked her.
“F-friends,” she quickly stammered.
“Ones like Brae?” I questioned, then added. “She’s probably bouncing on your ex-boyfriend’s dick right now.”
“You’re cruel,” she said to me as her pale skin reddened.
“They are, too, because she’s been out with him numerous times since you’ve been gone.”
“She has?” Aurora asked, and I half expected her to call my bluff, but she accepted it so easily. “I... ahh... I’m going upstairs.”
I watched her tremble softly, and knowing her, she was going to escape upstairs so she could cry over Drake. Over another fucking man. Her tears were not his anymore. They were mine. Every part of her was mine. She belonged to me.
I felt Liam’s gaze back on me, and I looked in his direction. “You and Conor can leave. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”
“Sure thing, Bossman,” he said before looking over at Aurora and shaking his head.
She was also still shaking and headed toward the staircase. Liam made it to the front door at the same time I made it to her. Slipping in front of her, I blocked her view, and as suspected, her eyes were full of tears.
“Will you get out of my way, please?”
Even her voice had a slight tremor, and the possessiveness in me wouldn’t stand down. I shook my head as I continued to block her way.
“Are you for real right now?”
“Everything about me is real, Bellezza.”
She let out a breath of frustration, and I realized even something as simple as that made me hard. I didn’t want her tostay down here so I could ravish her, although there was time to change my mind on that. For now, I wanted to make sure she didn’t give any part of herself to fucking Drake, or the damn whore that pretended to be her friend.
“I really would like to go upstairs.”
“And I’d rather you stay down here with me. We’re all alone, and?—”
“I don’t want to have sex right now, Zarren,” she replied, and I smirked.
“For once, it’s not at the top of my list of things to do, either.”
