Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,36
pretty little body, so yeah, I wanted my sister to lie to you.”
“Why?” I whispered, gripping my phone tight in my hand.
“Because I was jealous.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t actually expecting him to answer honestly.
“I’ll be right there,” he said, his voice muffled.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked, frowning.
“I’m at a friend’s place trying to fix their plumbing issue. Because I work in construction and renovations, they get me to do all the nasty shit.”
“Oh okay.”
“Vin, you coming?” came a female voice.
My body stiffened. A feeling slid up my spine. It was something foreign to me. Something I had never felt before and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.
“Yeah, one sec. Gigi, I have to go.”
I swallowed hard; my throat suddenly dry. “Oh.” I coughed. “Okay.”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing.” But something was up, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Gigi.” His voice took on a warning that told me not to lie to him but how could I tell him the truth when I didn’t even know what that truth was?
“I’ll let you go and see you when you get here. Or if you want to wait until tomorrow, that’s fine too. Either way, I’ll see you tomorrow for sure.” I disconnected the call before he could question me further. I didn’t like this feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach. Whatever it was, it hurt.
I couldn’t get the female voice out of my head. And she called him Vin. I rolled my eyes at that.
She could just be a friend. Or a friend’s girlfriend. There was no harm in that. I had guy friends. It made sense. And I trusted Vince. But if I trusted him, why the hell did this uneasy feeling start poking at me, putting all these thoughts in my head?
I sighed, grabbed the bottle of wine off the counter, and went back to the living room.
“There she is,” Meadow said, a yawn rippling through her. “I have to go. I’m getting knocked on my ass and not in the good way either.” She laughed at her joke.
“I should go too. Zach wants some mommy time before Benjamin demands my attention again.” Luna waggled her eyebrows.
“That sounds like a whole other kink I’ve never explored.” Meadow laughed. “Yet.” She winked.
“You’re disgusting.” I giggled.
“Night girls.” Piper blew us a kiss.
We said our goodbyes and I shut down the laptop. That killed another ten minutes but what would I do while I waited for Vince to show up? If he even decided to come over tonight.
My phone rang again, my stomach twisting when I saw that it was Vince calling me. “Hey.”
“What was that about, Gigi? I’m now in my car, on my way to you because I keep thinking my girl is pissed at me for shit I haven’t done.”
My heart warmed that he called me his girl. “It’s stupid.”
“Nothing you say, or feel, is stupid. Tell me.”
“I had a moment of jealousy,” I admitted, waiting for him to laugh at me.
“Jealousy?” He paused. “When?”
“When I heard the girl in the background and I’m also jealous of the women that you apparently didn’t date.” I braced myself. It was coming. I knew it was. He would laugh and tell me I wasn’t making sense.
“Baby, she’s a friend’s girlfriend. I only know her because of him. Trust me. It’s not like that with Tenise. Rory would lose his shit if that were the case. And those other women?” He sighed. “I wanted to start the rumor myself. I was sick of hearing about you dating Matt and how happy as a fucking clam you were. It pissed me off, so I wanted to spread a bunch of lies. I shouldn’t have even thought of doing that and I’m sorry. I promise that there are no other women.”
My shoulders slumped in relief. “Okay.”
“You believe me?”
“I do but I told you it was dumb,” I mumbled.
“Listen, I’m about ten minutes from your place and then we can talk. Okay?”
“Okay.” We said our goodbyes and I let out a sigh of relief that he never made fun of me. Placing my phone on the coffee table, I turned on the TV and laid down on the couch.
A warm mouth brushed over mine.
I sighed, a soft moan leaving me.
“Wake up, Queenie.”
“I’m having a good dream.” I rolled onto my stomach, keeping my eyes closed.
“Wake up. I have a present for you.”
I lifted my head then, my gaze landing on a box of donuts. “Are those Meadow’s?”