Sir And Daddy ♥Complete♥

Chapter 3~ Late Night Texts

After telling her about the guy I bumped into, leaving out the fact that I got his number, Aria practically demanded that I meet up with him again, even though she was the one that told me that Trent was my 'boo' and that I should see if he was in the area. Aria was waiting for me once I got home, and I shook my head at her antics as she looked like she was bursting with the need to interrogate me more. Most times, I enjoyed the convenience of staying next door to each other, but other times, like now, Aria's energy became too much for my drained social battery to handle.

"Soo. How did he look?" She questioned as she followed me up the steps and into my townhouse.

"Oh, you know, tall, brown eyes, deep voice," I said with a shrug, but deep inside, I was shuddering at his voice replaying in my head.

"Oh, come ooonnnn. I need more detail." She urged, sitting cross-legged in the bar chair as I went about fixing dinner for us.

"What more do you want?" I questioned with a smug smile as I started a pot of pasta.

"What's his name?" She asked.

"I don't know. It didn't come up." I replied.

"Did you at least get his number?" She questioned, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

"No, he only bumped into me. That was all." I replied, then turned to start pan-frying the chicken breast.

"Just bumped into me, my ass. You said he called you Princess." She scoffed.

"Yeah, well, maybe because he didn't know my name." I defended, then bit my cheek to keep from smiling.

"I smell bullshit," Aria stated, and I snorted.

"You're going to see him again." She added, and I nearly dropped my spoon as my jaw hung open.

"Ari!" I exclaimed, and she shook her head.

"Nope! You have no choice, and I'll pack your change of clothes for tomorrow, so don't worry." She replied, hopped off the stool, and made her way into my room.

I shook my head at her as I stirred both the noodles and the chicken. She came back in with a devious smile as she reclaimed her seat. After I drained the noodles, my phone pinged, and Aria picked it up.

"It's an email." She said, and I immediately set the pot down and rushed over.

"Are you waiting for something?" She asked.

"Kind of," I replied and finished up the chicken alfredo after seeing that it was just junk mail.

"What do you mean, kind of?" She questioned.

"Well, I gave Trent my email last night..." I replied, biting my lip.

"You didn't." She gasped as I set the plate in front of her.

"Yeah, Kinda," I replied sheepishly.

"You dirty whore." She kidded as she took a bite of her pasta.

"I am not a whore." I replied with a roll of my eyes.

"Liar." She laughed, and I took a bite of my pasta as well.

"I'm not, now slut? I'm definitely a slut." Aria choked on her forkful of pasta before throwing her napkin at me as we both laughed.

We ate and talked, and when she went home at around 12, I decided to shower and head to bed. I had just settled in when my phone went off, and I groaned as I picked it up, perking up the moment I saw that it was an email.

From Trent: How are you?

I squeaked at seeing the email and almost hyperventilated.

"Calm down, Becca. It's just an email." I scolded myself as I took a deep, calming breath before responding.

To Trent: I'm doing fine, you?

I bit my lip after sending the message. A few minutes passed, and it pinged again.

From Trent: Better now that I'm talking to you.

To Trent: Do you really mean that?

From Trent: Every word.

To Trent: You flatter me... but I have to ask. What did you mean when you said dominating?

From Trent: Let's just say I like control.

To Trent: Like OCD?

From Trent: Your innocence is refreshing, Little One.

To Trent: I feel as though I'm missing something.

From Trent: Don't worry about it, you'll know in time.

I didn't know, but it was something about his words that had me feeling all tingly.

To Trent: Why the late-night texts?

I read over how that sounded and cringed.

To Trent: Don't take that the wrong way.

From Trent: I'm a bit...busy during the day, so I thought I'd try you when I wasn't handling an important issue.

To Trent: You seem like the business type.

From Trent: Do I, now?

To Trent: Yeah...I don't know. You're just so mysterious and cryptic.

From Trent: Is that a good or bad thing?

To Trent: I'm not entirely sure yet... But so far, good, very good.

From Trent: Good.

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We chatted for hours on end about random things, and on several occasions, I blushed tomato red with how straightforward he was about things. That conversation let me get to know him a bit more, and boy, was he a naughty person.

I was practically falling asleep between replies, but it was just something about talking to him that made me not want to call the conversation quits. It was around 4 in the morning when I regretted my decision to speak with him all night, but only because I had to work in a few hours.

From Trent: Sorry to end our conversation so abruptly, but an issue has arisen, and I must tend to it.

I pouted, then immediately yawned.

To Trent: Okay, good night/ morning. Talk to you later?

I didn't want to seem too desperate, but I enjoyed talking to him, maybe more than I should have.

From Trent: Of course Little One, I'll text you when I'm free. Sleep well.

I sighed after I read the message before putting my phone on the charger so it could at least get a little charge before I went to work. I had just closed my eyes when I shot up and snatched up my phone.

I had gotten so distracted with talking to Trent that I had completely forgotten that I said I would text the guy I bumped into. I scrolled through the contacts and clicked message when I got to the unfamiliar one titled D.

"Hi, it's Rebecca. Don't know if you remember, but you offered to go out for drinks tomorrow... I'm not really doing anything after work, so... sure, drinks sound fantastic.

After quickly typing the message, I hit send, put my phone back on the charger, and finally went to sleep.