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Hitting the accept button, I put the phone to my ear. "Phoebs, hey. Sorry – I got caught up."
"I was going to ask. You saw my message and started to write back, but then I heard nothing. I was worried about you," she says relieved.
I grimace. I had completely forgotten to finish the text I was sending when I ran into Mr. Macho here.
"Yeah, sorry. Dress is great. It fits well and only needs a few alterations. It's all paid for and has been sent off to be altered."
Phoebe breathes a sigh of relief. "Perfect. One less thing to worry about. Where are you anyway?"
"Uh…" I start, looking at Zayn. "I'm at… hanging around town."
"Right. I'm not convinced, Ry. When are you heading back? I was thinking we could start watching Wednesday on Netflix and order pizza," she asks.
I hide a sarcastic laugh. God, if only she knew. Though, I'm sure get a few drinks into me and this may get spilled out later.
"I'm heading back now. That sounds great."
I hang up the phone and start grabbing my clothes to pull on.
"Leaving so soon?" Zayn asks, making no move to put his cock away or even move at all.
"Hot date," I answer sharply, turning around as I finish buttoning my shorts.
Zayn chuckles, grabbing my leg above the knee. I turn and look at him over my shoulder.
"Give me your phone," he says casually.
"Why?" I ask, not trusting him as far as I can throw him.
He grins, giving me a wink. "Calm down. I'm just going to put my number in it. That way, if you want to call me, you can."
"I won't need to, but thanks," I reply dryly.
I pull my top over my head, hearing him move behind me. When I turn around, he's standing, towering over me with playful eyes.
"Give me your phone," he says again, holding out his hand.
Slowly, I pass it to him, cursing myself and blaming it entirely on the orgasmic denial. I watch as he presses some keys and finally, gives it back to me.
I grab my car keys from my pocket and start heading towards the door, fully intent on leaving him here to find his own way back to town. I wait for him to argue or ask for a lift, but instead he sits on the couch, fully dressed again.
"Rylee," he says, looking at me lazily.
"What?" I ask, hand on the doorframe, eyeing him suspiciously.
He gives me a charming smile, his eyes trailing up and down my body.
"Don't be afraid to call me if you need anything.Anything."
"About time you got here!" Phoebe near shouts as I burst through her door.
"Sorry! Have you ordered the pizza?" I ask, flinging my keys onto the kitchen counter.
Phoebe stands, ready to answer, when she looks me up and down. "Oh, no," she says.
I freeze. "What?"
