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“Not even close! But you know what? I’m not doing this with you. You want to talk to Masen? I’ll have him call you as soon as he wakes up. He can tell you for the third time it’s over between you two, has been for years. Don’t call back unless there is some sort of real emergency.”
“Over between us?” She cackles. “He’s never said it’s over between us. It never will be. He loves me. He just told me so, yesterday. He’s just trying to find a way to get rid of you. You think you can satisfy him, little girl? He’s a man, an Alpha. You will never be enough for him! He’ll be begging me to fuck him like a woman. He already has,” she spits.
She’s talking crazy. She has to be, right? Pain still lashes my heart from her words. “He seemed quite happy eating my pussy last night, repeatedly. Just couldn’t get enough of this little girl.” I flaunt.
“Now, I know that’s a lie. Mase doesn’t...”
Before she can spew more venom, I hang up. I stare at the now black screen of the phone still in my hand. She was lying, she’s just trying to hurt me. My belly hollows. I can check his phone. I shouldn’t need to, or even want to, but her words burn like acid in my veins, making me doubt him.
My mind starts working on overdrive, analyzing our interactions. Masen seems genuine when we’re together. I was the one who Marked him first though. Maybe he reacted on instinct when I bit him, and he bit me back. We haven’t talked about a Mating ceremony to complete or union. He did say we would, but last night, we got distracted. Still, the insidious thoughts invade. Maybe he wants to keep her; hell, maybe he wants us both. I know he’s not faking the desire he feels for me. Will his phone tell me anything? I can check his texts, voicemail, I can even check his call logs. Do I want to do this?
I push the button on the bottom, activating the screen. I tap the text message icon first and see the last open chat is with Michael from yesterday around noon. I don’t read very far, just enough to see it’s nothing involving me or Roxanne. Hitting the back key to see all his text conversations, I see a few names I don’t recognize and a few I do know: Sniffer, Sid, Nicole. I’m hoping that’s Michael’s Nicole. Right under Michael’s name, I see Roxanne.
I’m terrified to open it, but I do. The last message is from yesterday. It’s from Masen to her.
can’t talk now
Running my finger up the screen to see the previous message, I see what she sent.
I miss you, can I see you later <3
I don’t read any more. I think I might throw up. What the hell is going on? Does he know I was trying to reach him yesterday, and she wouldn’t let me through? Why the hell does she still work as his assistant if there is nothing going on with them. He has to know how much I despise her. She’s still in love with him.
I hear Masen call my name. His voice is thick from sleep. I hear his footsteps as he nears the kitchen. His hand covers his bare washboard stomach when he walks through the entryway. The sweatpants he wears hang low on his hips. His face is pinched, lips in a thin line as he approaches me. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks, concern clear in his voice.
Schooling my features, I pull my emotions in. He must be sensing my troubling thoughts, feeling the hollow ache radiating from my belly to my chest. I give him a small smile and nod my head. “I’m fine, just a little nervous from yesterday.” Why Am I lying? Why not confront him right now? I’m a coward, sure that’s part of it, but I also want the truth once and for all. I’ve trusted him twice without all the answers. That ends now. I just need a few minutes to fortify my resolve and decide how to handle this like an adult without killing both of them.
He is still looking at me funny. I don’t think I’m doing a very good job masking my emotions. “Where’d you go, Little One? Didn’t you hear me calling you?” My heart melts at his term of endearment. Could he really still be seeing her or leading her on? “What’s wrong, baby?”
He’s right next to me. I want him to hold me. I want everything she said to be a lie. My hands tremble. My bottom lip quivers, but I smile to hide it. “Just feeling a little off, I guess.” I shrug and look at his chest then up to his shadowed jaw. The distress coming from his white blue eyes makes me question why I would let her make me feel like this. It’s exactly what she wants.
I wrap my arms around his bare chest. “I’m lying,” I confess. I blow out a deep breath.
Masen picks me up like a baby and carries me back to the bedroom. “I know you’re lying, Little One. I just don’t know what about or why.” His voice is soft. Would he be so sweet if he knew I just went through his phone violating his privacy? I contemplate how to get through this without tears or hysterics. “Please tell me what’s wrong?” He sits down but keeps me in his lap.
My fingers toy with the hem of my borrowed shirt. “Your phone was ringing this morning. I’m not sure if it woke me, or I woke then heard it. It just kept ringing and ringing so I assumed it was important. I wanted you to be able to sleep so I went to answer it.” He hasn’t spoken a word. He doesn’t seem nervous; he does seem worried for me. He strokes my arms and back as I continue speaking, “It was Roxanne.” There’s no change in his body; no tensing, no sudden intakes of breath. He doesn’t seem guilty.
“Did she say why she was calling? Is there a problem?” he asks, seeming confused.
“Did you know I talked to her yesterday? That when I lost my phone, I had no way to get ahold of anyone so I called information. They gave me your residence and Black industries. When I got the receptionist, she wouldn’t give me your cell or patch me through to you, only your assistant.” He stills. Now his large hand frozen over my wrist where he was soothingly stroking my pulse point. “She said you couldn’t come to the phone, that you were indisposed. She was giggling and playing grab-ass with someone in the background,” I shake my head in disbelief, “She knew who I was and wouldn’t let me talk to you, wouldn’t give me your direct numbers. I was so upset, still scared from that jerk grabbing me, and she just kept talking all professional, pretending to be nice when she was really being nasty. She said if this call is of a personal nature Mr. Black gives his number to those he wants to have it.” I sneer, copying her words and tone.
“What did she say this morning, Little One?” he asks, his voice calm, but he sounds angry.
I huff. He just expects me to answer him. “She was frantic, repeating your name. I told her you were indisposed,” I admit sheepishly. Rushing on, I say, “she yelled at me for you fighting with Sniffer last night. She accused me of a few things. She was angry.”
He interrupts me, asking grimly, “What things?”
My fingers pick at my peeling nail polish. “She said I was ruining you, that I was turning you against your family, your pack and... and,” I stammer.
“And?” he prompts. My head is tucked under Masen’s chin. I listen to the strong steady beat of his heart. His body wrapped around mine feels comforting. I feel protected which is ridiculous considering he has the power to hurt me the most.
No matter what, I know it will bother him to hear what she said about me and Sniffer, but that’s not the only reason I fumble. I don’t want to hear he still loves her or still wants her. You never realize how much you need something until it’s threatened. I lost Masen once before I even knew him. I’m terrified to lose him now. I crave Masen with unparalleled zeal. Though losing him would be my only option, I can’t share him.
“Sophia!” I jump from the harshness in his tone. My head slams into his chin causing his teeth to crack together.
“Ouch Masen, I’m sorry,” I apologize instinctually.
I hear his hand run across the stubble on his chin. “I’m the one who startled you. I’m sorry, Little One. Tell me what she said.” His fingers caress my head where I knocked into him, massaging my scalp.
