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I’m hungry, but too tired to make anything.
I’m sleepy, yet awake and wanting something. Him.
I miss him.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I open our last text exchange and read them. His last reply was over twenty-four hours ago, a corny joke that made me laugh until my eyes watered. It involved a bike, being tired, and the mother of a dad joke delivery that morphed into a catastrophe of comedic genius.
His timing killed me. I’d been running late, rushing to my car when it came through, and I laughed so hard my phone slipped and skidded across the ground, earning itself a nice scratch across the screen.
You should be arrested for this joke. ~Venus
I changed my handle to his nickname before hitting send. Couldn’t help myself.
Before I’m able to place the device down, though, it rings, and I’m surprised. It’s so late in London. Pressing the green button, I smile as a tired-looking Callum smirks back at me.
“I’ll have you know I’m very funny. Have been approached several times to run my own big network special.”
“Is that so?”
“Aye.” At my snort, he rolls his eyes and then sighs. His finger traces across the screen. “You’re so beautiful, Venus.”
My cheeks heat up, and my heart races. That same fluttering energy fills my stomach, and it’s like he’s here all over again. “Thank you.”
“You look so soft and warm, love. Are you in bed?” That’s when I notice he’s in an office of some sort; a large screen hangs behind him while a half empty bottle of dark liquor sits just to his right. “Let me see you.”
“I am,” I say, sitting up against my pillows. My back arches a bit as I situate myself, and the thin cotton of my shirt stretches—exposes just how hard my nipples are. The mere sound of his voice does wicked things to me; I’m wet and achy with that growing need he incites. Just like when he was here. When I had his touch, his mouth on my skin. “How do you want me?”
“Don’t tease me, sweetheart.” His groan is loud, and I shiver. “It’s been a long day, and I’m nowhere near done. Take pity on a lad and show me a little skin.”
“Have you missed me?” At my counter, he gives me a lecherous look. “PG-13 miss me, not rated MA, Mr. Jameson.”
“I have. More than you could ever imagine.” There’s amusement in his tone, but it’s the heated look that makes me simper. A low, keening mewl escapes my lips, my skin breaking out in goose bumps while he watches. Licks his lips. “And you…did you miss me? My touch?”
“Both.” It’s my truth, and his expression softens a bit. A sweet hunger. He’s older than me, in his late twenties, but the boyish looks and the way his gaze sweeps across the screen should be considered illegal. “Has anyone told you you’re quite charming? It’s nearly impossible to not be drawn to you.”
“And you’re simply captivating.” Callum pours himself a drink, grabbing a glass from somewhere within arm’s reach while not standing from his seat. It’s a few fingers’ worth, no ice or soda to mix. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Aliana.” He takes a sip and holds it. Savors it. “All day. All night.”
“I’m stuck in the same cycle.” Because I am. Morning, noon, and night; this man is on my mind and refusing to give me a single moment of reprieve from the promises he made. “Yet you’re far, and I’m here.”
“This separation is temporary.”
“What do you consider temporary?” I pull the phone further from my face and tilt it, giving him a better view of my body from my mouth to the edge of my panties. Then a little lower, where I shimmy my bedsheet down to lay over my mid thighs, pausing at the juncture where he can see me. There’s no hiding the small patch of wetness there nor the small lift of my hips. His groans fuel me, make me want to be bolder, but I want the answer to my question more. Not keeping the focus there for long, I pull it back, drag the camera view up slowly until he can see my eyes again. “I’m still waiting for your answer, sir.”
“You’re a naughty little thing.”
“And you do this to me.”
“Everything I told you was true.” Callum lets out a rough breath then. The desire is still there, but I’m transfixed by his gem-like stare that’s so honest and open. “I want your home to be London, Aliana. Beside me.” Before I can answer, though, someone comes into the room after knocking once; their words aren’t clear, and after Callum nods, you can hear the door close. His face is tense now, a complete contradiction from the man who a minute ago confessed to missing me. Wanting me with him. “My apologies, love. Casper’s looking for me.”
“Is everything okay? Is this about your aunt?”
His head bows slightly in affirmation. “It will be soon.”
He’s going out to work. To possibly kill.
“You need to go, don’t you.” Not a question and he nods, knocking back what’s left of his drink. Whatever he’s about to do isn’t something I want the details on, but I worry. It builds, creates this uncomfortable feeling in my chest that begins to eat at me. I’m in too deep and care too much. Diosito, please watch out for him. “I need you safe, Callum. Promise me you will not get hurt.”
“You have my word.” For a second, neither of us speak. We watch until there’s another knock and he sighs, the sound heavy, and it settles across my body like a warm blanket. It’s a sound of remorse and need, and I feel the heaviness in my bones. I don’t judge you. I can’t. “You’re embedded deep, Venus. So motherfucking deep, and I don’t want it to change because every part of me needs you.”
