Page 44 of Vow of Revenge
Anytime... I’ll keep the offer open.
Good night.
Kaleb
I wasn’t ready to end the conversation just yet, although appearing needy or even interested was a major no, no. The idea of him going offline, bore a hole in my heart. I could feel the bite of his words, the hold he was taking - Kaleb was bringing me to my knees.
Email: Freya Beaumont
Heading: Maybe?
Mr. De Cocky,
We’ll see.
Freya
I switched off my laptop, laid down on my large empty bed and allowed a smile to grace my lips and a surreal glow to surround my heart. I gave in to a world of dreams and sexual fantasies, filled with his handsome iniquitous face.
The bed indented. Warmth wrapped my sleepy body.
“Freebie?” A soft voice stirred me from my dirty dream, ripping me away from the devil who was fucking my soul in Heaven under the guise of an idealistic hero. I knew his real identity, and I wanted dirty more than I wanted romance.
“Syrah. You okay?” I whispered hoarsely.
I felt her breath tickle the back of my neck as she nuzzled in. “I don’t know.” Her words mumbled in my hair. “I’m falling for, Brett. It all feels too soon but so right. Guess I’m freaking out about it.”
Heaving round to face her, I smiled at her smudged mascara under her eyes and inhaled the stale smell of spicy aftershave and alcohol. “Good night then, huh?”
She sucked in her bottom lip, holding back a smile. “It was beyond fucking good. I crept out while he was sleeping so I could come back here and talk to you about it. He wants to take me up north to his family home.”
“To meet his family… Are you kidding me?” My jaw dropped. This was epic.
Syrah pulled the sheet over her body, manoeuvring onto her back. “I don’t know if I can pluck up the courage to tell Dad that I’m with a new guy – so soon after Danny.”
I propped my head up with a fist. “What if he finds out before you tell him. Syrah, he’ll go all ape on your ass.”
“I know, I just need more time to see where this is really heading. I’ll go to Brett’s family home first and then tell Dad if it goes well.” She sighed deeply with a sweet smile on her happy face.
“Promise? Because I don’t want to lie to him. If he asks about, Danny, what will I say?”
Syrah blinked slowly; her weary eyes ready to close. “I have forty-three missed calls and a heap of text messages from Danny. He wants to meet up and talk. I’m going to put him off for a while. I can’t deal with him right now. He’s so needy and boring. I need a real man who can swing me about the place.” She giggled, nuzzling into my side and trailing the duvet over us both.
“You deserve a good guy, Syrah. Danny isn’t for you, never was. Just take your time with De Courcy. I don’t want you to get hurt.” I could tell by the way Brett looked at her that he felt something deeper. Perhaps it was the sparkle in his eyes when he watched her from afar, admiring every detail of her body and soul.
I longed for a guy to gaze at me that way. Lust was most definitely not a connection, and that’s all I had from Kaleb. A solid relationship would never be based on purely sex.
“Remember Lynn Taylor?” I asked.
“Of course, I remember you telling me about bitchy Lynn, why?” Syrah murmured, half asleep.
“I kinda made a dick out of her at the Gala. It was the weirdest thing though, Kaleb pretty much ordered her to sit down and stay quiet – and she did.”
Her eyes pinged open. “What did you do?”
“I spilled some juicy details on her hot date. I might have blurted out, in a not so subtle way, that he’d just got a blow job from yours truly.” I held my palm up and waggled my fingers.
Syrah cackled with a croaky rasp. “Did you really suck him off?”
