Page 86 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
Now that I was thinking about Verity . . . I opened my messages and didn’t have any from her. I navigated to her name. After settling on my side, I dialed her and put the phone to my ear.
It rang twice until she answered.
“Joey,” she began. “You didn’t tell me fucking him would be like that.”
For a moment, I stayed frozen and silent. How had she known I’d been fucking?—
“Alexander Wilder is a fucking God.”Oh, she gave in.
I grinned into the phone.
“So you ditched work for sex?” I tried to sound as scandalized as I could.
“Stop, you know I already feel bad about that,” she huffed. I cackled, shaking my head.
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Are you sure? You’re not weirded out?”
“It sounds like you’re the one with reservations,” I drawled. I rolled onto my stomach and curled my legs so my feet swung in the air behind me.
“He’s thirteen years younger than me.” I couldn’t stop laughing. She sounded horrified. The age gap was close to the one between Lucian and me.
“And?”
She groaned. “You sound like Alex,” she muttered.
“If you’re trying to find someone to convince you to reject Alex, I’m not the one.”
“Dammit, Joey.” She sighed. “Fine, well, since you called, I figure I’d ask if you wanted to work an event tomorrow night. It’s last minute.”
“Yeah,” I said, not hesitating. I hadn’t had an opportunity to build up my savings account.
“Perfect, I’ll pick you up.” A deep voice rumbled in the background, definitely not hers.
“Is that Alex?” I asked, playfully.
“No.” She cleared her throat. “It was the television, Alex had to run out of here because your man called him, but he mentioned something about you going through some sort of shifter thing?” Her tone became inquisitive.
News must have already spread via Karol because Lucian wouldnevergossip.
“I just went through my Heat Season.”
“What the hell is that?”
“A really fucking good time,” I retorted. A shiver crept up my spine as I recalled how delicious it was.
“It sounds like it. Do I get a Heat Season?”
“Only Alpha’s mates do,” I sighed.
“Oh, now you’re rubbing it in.” She snorted. “It must have been good.”
“Girl, you don’t even know. He knew how to give me orgasm after?—”
“Nope! I won’t sit here and listen to you gloat,” she said over me. “And don’t forget to text Deedee your banking info so you can get direct deposits. Payday is this weekend.”
“I’ll do it now. See you tomorrow,” I said between giggles, and hung the phone up.
