Page 78 of Sweet Addiction
My phone vibrates again for what has to be the tenth time in as few minutes.
Ahhh . . .
I always silence my phone while I’m writing. I basically live with it in focus mode. But I’ve got it set so my family’s texts still come through, just in case it’s important. Today, I’m regretting that choice because my phone won’t stop blowing up, and all I want to do is finish this chapter before I check my messages. But apparently, the universe has other plans.
Cassia might not be the only one in this room screaming in a minute.
Being in the middle of a difficult scene and being interrupted is worse than losing an orgasm. An orgasm you can find again with a good vibrator, but my muse is a sneaky little bitch who likes to play hide and seek for hours at a time.
Fuck this.
I flip my phone over and stare at the ridiculously high number of missed messages. What the hell?
Lilah
Hey, little sister. Do you want me to go to the press conference today?
Okay, what’s with the radio silence?
Are you watching this? Our men are so hot.
Like there’s a reason I’m pregnant, and it’s that cocky smile on Killian’s face right now. I can’t even.
How is Rome staying so calm? Killian texted that Rome was ready to kill someone before this even started. He’s worried about him, but I’m worried about you.
Why are you ignoring me?
OMG.
Dillan
Answer your damn phone.
Mom
Oh, honey. Are you okay?
Oh shit. This can’t be good.
I scroll back to the earlier text thread.
Shit.
Lexie
Hey, are you going to the press conference today? Lucky’s there. I think his mom and dad are too.
Helloooo . . . Dillan.
Okay got it. Guess you don’t want to talk about it.
OMG. Are you watching this?
OH SHIT.
Dillan. Are you okay? Want me to bring ice cream?
I leave four other text threads beneath Lexie’s unread because my fingers are on my keyboard so damn fast I can’t be bothered to waste the time reading them. I open my browser and search for news from the press conference. And —oh fuck—an entire page of news clips pop up.
