Page 59 of Black Hollow: Awakening

“What’s going on?” Oscar asked, growing more and more confused by their conversation.

“Someone called Blake and pranked him, and he’s blaming me,” Will explained.

“It wasn’t someone, it was you,” Alden corrected him.

“I’d deny it, but I’ve already done that several times and it’s clearly not getting through, so I’ll save my breath. The door’s over there.”

“I’m not leaving until you explain yourself. And apologize.”

“What?” Will sputtered, outraged.

“Or at least admit it!” Blake clearly wasn’t going to back down. “I won’t let you make an idiot out of me!”

“You are an idiot, Blake!” Will scoffed, losing his composure.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes! Because you know what? I don’t even have your fucking number!”

That argument was the first thing that seemed to give Blake pause. He froze for a moment, clearly thrown off balance.

“What? Suddenly realized you never gave it to me?” Will taunted.

“Someone else must have,” Alden stated with complete conviction. “Liam or Norma.”

“No. They didn’t give it to me because I didn’t ask for it. And I don’t intend to.”

“Prove it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Prove you don’t have my number. Show me your phone.”

“I’m not going to prove anything to you!”

Blake held out his hand, his gaze a challenge. Will narrowed his eyes. He had the strongest urge to tell Blake what an irrational asshole he was, but that would only prolong the argument, and he wanted to end this unpleasant visit as quickly as possible.

So he reached for his phone, which was lying on the table, and handed it to Alden.

“How do I unlock the screen?” Blake muttered.

Will showed him the pattern, and then… The screen lit up with the last page he’d been looking at right before Oscar arrived.

Anal Fingering—How to Prepare for Sex?

Will turned bright red. Blake shot him a judgmental look before opening the call log. Finding nothing he was looking for (of course!), he scrolled through the saved contacts.

“See?” Will muttered, still embarrassed, as Alden finally handed back the phone.

“This doesn’t mean anything. You could have deleted the call, and you probably have me saved under a different name.”

“Did you check under Asshole, Scumbag, and Mr. Never-Wrong?”

“You’ll regret that.”

“Instead of making threats, show me your phone.”

“What?”