Fever Fae - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,38

suddenly radiating and spreading on my stomach, and then I’d felt something beastly and dark stirring and moving inside me, roaring to be unleashed. I could see my skin fluctuated in waves as it moved restlessly. My parents had reached me in time when I screamed murder and cried like a banshee. They had chanted like two exorcists. Dad had shaken, beads of sweat forming on his broad forehead. I’d never seen him like that and regretted putting such a burden and scare on him. Mom had held me the entire time while I wailed and apologized for being such a freak.

“Don’t ever say that, my daughter, my princess,” Mom had said. “Now breathe deeply and slowly… Nothing will ever happen to you as long as we’re with you.”

But now my shelter was gone. I sniffed in a sob as I practiced deep breathing. The ceiling and sky no longer fell on me until I fell asleep in my tears.

I might have nodded off for a few minutes when a sharp vibration of the phone jerked me awake. I fluttered open my eyes and grabbed the phone from the nightstand. Did the police finally have some news for me that they reached me at this hour? Or did my parents call me to pick them up?

My heart stuttered but soon dropped as I stared down at the screen.

It was Richie, my boyfriend. He usually texted me. He’d never called me this late. Besides, we’d already texted and talked briefly while he was at a party with…some girls. I thought he was busy today.

Also, today’s scene—how I’d danced for the Fae boss—swirled back, sending a twang of guilt and shame into me. Reality check: I hadn’t ended with Richie, so I shouldn’t have stripped for another man. I’d never cheated on any of my past boyfriends. I’d thought I was incapable of cheating or even being attracted to more than one man at the same time until today.

I’d been burning with lust at first sight for all three Fae, who weren’t even my race. My panties were soaked whenever they were around. My body had never reacted to any man like that before. It was like it just awoke from a long slumber, and then it was suddenly searing with wildfire.

I hesitated before pressing “accept the call” after a few rings.

“Hey, Richie, is everything okay?” I asked.

“Everything’s fantastic, babe,” he said, his voice slurring with drunkenness. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too,” I said automatically, then suddenly realized that I wouldn’t be with him anymore.

I liked Richie. It’d been fun with him, but my path had changed.

“Uh, Richie, I think we should—”

“Don’t think, babe. I think of fucking you all the time. Will you let me fuck you on the phone?”

“What?”

“Phone sex, babe.” He chuckled, and I used to think his aristocratic voice was sexy. “We never tried it before, but it’s never too late to start now. Tell me how much you want my big cock.”

His cock wasn’t that big and right now I didn’t want any cock. I just wanted to sleep. I was exhausted, sad, overwhelmed. I was a mess.

“You woke me up at three am because you wanted to have phone sex?” I asked, and my voice was nowhere near sexy.

“Don’t you want it, babe? I haven’t had sex for over a week now. My cock is so hard for you. It wants to get wet. Moan for me.”

“I’m not going to moan for anyone, Richie,” I said, tired and angry. “I haven’t slept full hours since I came home. And now I have less than two more hours left before I have to get up and prepare breakfast and lunch for my siblings.”

“Why don’t you get a nanny?” he asked.

Rich boys thought everyone could afford a babysitter.

“I’m the nanny,” I said. “Listen, Richie, I might not return to Columbia for a long while. I don’t want to string you along.”

A pause on the other end of the phone.

“Are you breaking up with me on the phone?” He chortled drily as if he didn’t believe any girl would dump him, but his tone was more somber now.

“We both know none of us are built for a long-distance relationship,” I said. “So that’s that. I’m going back to sleep.”

“Wait, babe,” he said. “Help me jerk off just this one last time, please.”

“Good night, Richie,” I said. “And—”

And a roar, two roars, broke out outside my window.

“Evie, who the fuck is talking to you?” Baron barked under