Sweet Little Lies (Dirty Little Lies Duet #2) - J.D. Hollyfield Page 0,29
it to see Gabriel’s name across my screen. I almost trip down the step, but Evan grips my arm until I find my balance.
It’s been days since I’ve talked to him. The last time was when I left his house. He was swamped with work, so I never saw him the remainder of the time I was home. I didn’t want to seem eager. Or clingy. So I kept my distance and waited for him to call me.
“Coincidence?”
“Hmm?” I look at him.
“The last time I almost got you to say yes to me, it was the same caller. I’m gonna assume you’re about to ditch me again now too?”
I still feel guilty about never going back into the kitchen to tell him I was leaving. “I know. I’m sorry about that. It’s just…it’s a family friend, and I need to take this. Plus, I’ve got to get to psychology. I’ll talk to you later, ’kay?”
I hurry down the remainder of the steps and answer. “Hello?” I try to sound as cool as a cucumber when I’m really a mess inside.
He doesn’t say anything, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I know it’s you, Gabriel. You know, caller ID and all.”
“I was enjoying your voice. Something wrong with that?”
I stumble again. Shit! What’s wrong with me? “Oh yeah? Anything else you want to enjoy?” His chuckle is low and manly, and I love him.
I stumble again.
“Don’t tempt me, little bird. I have many wants. Some too dark for you.”
I tuck my head down, hoping no one notices my flushing cheeks. “Never say never, Master.”
God, his laugh is too addictive. “I don’t have another class until late morning. I can drive home, and you can show me exactly what you mean.”
His sigh is long. He’s stressed. “Wish you could, pet. I’m away on business.”
My mood plummets alongside his. I miss him. His demanding ways. His growl. God, I miss those cold eyes, strong hands, scotch-flavored lips. “When will I get to see you again?” So much for not acting clingy. I can’t hide the desperation in my voice.
“Does that mean you miss me, pet?”
In so many ways. My heart, my body… “I mean, it would be nice to see—”
“Lies have consequences, little bird.”
“Yes! I miss you. I want to see you and touch you. Be touched by you. I want to feel like I’m flying.” I want to surrender myself to him in any way he’ll take me.
“Be good, pet. Maybe your wish will come true.” Then the phone disconnects.
Bastard.
Hazel
Today, the weather is ferocious as the wind picks up, gusting a pile of fall leaves across the quad. I cross my arms over my chest to fight the chill as I wait outside the psychology building while Violet tries to let our hot professor down. He’s been hitting on her since the beginning of school, and for some reason, she’s not into him. This is also the week that will never end. I can’t focus. I just zoned out throughout our entire psychology class, and now I’ll have to beg Violet once again to borrow her notes. This thing with Gabriel is fucking me up. What even is it? An affair? A fun time? Does he truly want me? I wish I could talk to Violet about it, but how do I explain I’m sleeping with my dad’s best friend? And not just regular old sex—whips and chains kind of mind-blowing sex. How does one even admit that?
She senses something’s off with me. I’ve been edgy lately, and I was a total bitch and snapped on her last night during my call with Dad. It was like he was paying more attention to her than me. I felt like a total jerk and apologized later. I’m feeling needy and sorry for myself, and I just want this thing with Gabriel to be something it never will be. A relationship, maybe? Even I have to laugh at that insane idea. Hi, Dad, I brought my new boyfriend home! Oh, that’s right, you know him. Anyone up for pizza? Yeah, and then watch all the bloodshed. No thanks. No one will make it out of that one alive.
Violet pushes through the doors, her lips turned down in a frown and her shoulders tense.
“Everything go okay?”
“No. He’s a creep. I told him I wasn’t interested, and he seems to think otherwise. Isn’t really taking no for an answer. If he keeps this up, should I tell someone? Drop the class?”